#melons got me scarred for life

[uhzuku]

╰─▸ ❝ 𝐇𝐄’𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ( 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ). ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: His eyes are hooded, dark with a venomous lust that used to frighten you — but you aren’t the shy lamb sent to slaughter that you once were, are you?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: jujutsu kaisen | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ryomen sukuna/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.49k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: concubine reader, demon king sukuna, sacrificial lamb x vicious monster trope, fem reader, manipulative reader, canon-typical violence, background character death, reader got a death grip on sukuna w the pussy ngl, breeding kink, fingering, sukuna has two cocks bc duh?, throne sex, cowgirl, no condoms, double penetration, accidental voyeurism, minor exhibitionism, creampies, biting, kissing, pregnancy mentions, murder, blood, gore, didn’t think i’d have to say this verbatim ( but after wasted summer ig i must ) but reader isn’t a good person.

𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: he is so so mean and yet … here i am wanting his balls in my mouth 😔✊

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

The stone flooring is cold against your bare feet, icy and sharp in ways that you used to be able to say you were unused to — but after a handful of years as your lord’s most desired concubine, you’d grown more than used to the endless chill of stone against your soles. 

Only a few short years ago you’d been sent into the mountains to the dusky temple of the demon lord Ryomen Sukuna, a toy for him to fuck then eventually rip apart as soon as he grew bored of you. Bound by the wrists with ropes that had scarred, you were dragged up the mountainside and thrown upon a vast stone table, bound yet again with your hands tugged over your head and your legs spread to opposing corners. Your inner thighs had each been granted one deep slash so blood would begin to flow, and then you had been abandoned there. Alone and in tears, night had fallen faster than you’d been found, and you’d almost felt frozen and delirious when the first shadows of a monstrous figure had caught your eyes. 

He had been a terrifying monster, sporting a vast mouth on his abdomen, two sets of eyes, four arms, and two pairs of legs all connected to a towering frame — all things normally singular about the human form had been doubled, and the owner of such a body had slunk over to you all while salivating. At first you’d feared he’d molest you, then you feared being devoured — but he’d mocked you cruelly and cut you loose before dragging you along behind him by the rope binding your wrists with your slit thighs screaming, your journey ending with him casting you at a half dozen women you later learned to be his concubines, and you’d not left his great stone temple in the mountains ever since. On the contrary, your life had become much easier — you led a life of luxury nestled comfortably on your knees atop a plush pillow next to your lord’s hip, you followed wherever he led you to go, and you warmed his bed and his cock whenever he so chose — which was often. 

Today was one such day, and you desired nothing more than to ready yourself to see the man who clung to you as if he were starved and you were a magicked feast. 

“Off to see the King again?” one of the other concubines, Ino, asks snidely as you loosely drape chains of delicate gold over your skin, and you sigh. Ino always started fights whenever she saw the chance, and you were more than tired of it. Still, a verbal spar was nothing for the King to sneeze at, so he wouldn’t make any attempts to stop it; some days he even found the arguments amusing. 

“Must I really answer your question?” You ask tiredly. “He has called for me—“

“As he does every day,” another concubine, Shouko, snaps. “He never calls upon us anymore, not like you.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you snap back, and in response the bane of your existence stomps forward, smelling of the honeysuckle and melons that grew along the mountainside where you all resided. 

“Maybe if you’d not come here and thrown yourself at him like a common whore, we wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Inko, Ino’s elder sister, snarls aggressively. Her eyes are dark and stormy, and her voice low and angry like a startled rattlesnake. “We all had a proper system before you came and ruined everything — but that’s all you know how to do, isn’t it? Traipsing in here practically naked from your first day and swallowing his cock down like it was what you were born for, then even daring to take away my night as well as Komori’s the following day.” Komori was another concubine, one nearly as bitter as Inko; she, however, chose to ruin what few of your belongings she could rather than spar with you verbally.

It was always the same with them — always angry that your lord doted on you more than the others, that he cooed at you so fondly while growls were occasionally sent their way ( growls you’d never received ), and that jewels and silks were lain reverently across your soft skin as rewards for earning his affections. “Maybe he likes me better for a reason, Inko,” you say coldly, standing your ground. “Maybe he isn’t calling upon you anymore because he’s realized how much of a surly bully you are — or maybe he’s grown tired of your once overused loose cunt.”

The sound of a  loud, harsh slap echoes through the room, followed immediately by startled gasps of shock and your face stinging painfully; as much as you all threw poisoned words through the air like arrows were loosed from an archer’s bow, none of you had ever dared lay a hand on one another. 

Your face burns, both from the pain from the hard slap and from a barely repressed anger, as you turn back from where it had been forcibly swung to the side at Inko’s strike to glare at her. 

“You’ll start being a lot happier with your life when you stop basing it around both mine and a man’s,” you hiss before exiting the makeup room and navigating your way through the halls of Lord Sukuna’s temple before finally entering the throne room. He was listening to a few servants of his describe the look of the lands outside the temple, and what they believed the upcoming winter would offer them, but he brushed them away upon realizing you’d entered. 

“Oh, my sweet treasure,” he purred warmly. “Come closer so I can bask in your beauty as I do every day.”

Obedient as always, you do just that, drifting closer before kneeling before him in acknowledgement of his power. Before you do so, you see the look in his eyes, and it sends a shot of fire to your stomach that you know all too well; his eyes are hooded, dark with a venomous lust that used to frighten you — but you aren’t the shy lamb sent to slaughter that you once were, are you?

“My lord Ryomen,” you murmur in a voice as thick and sweet as honey while just as deceptive as it would be when a part of a trap for flies. He stands, striding down the short set of stairs that led to his throne for you as he did for no other, and in a gruff voice commands you to stand at your full height. You do as told like always, and it doesn’t take long for him to catch sight of your aching face, which was no doubt starting to bruise.  

He gently grabs you by the jaw, careful that his claws do not prick your soft skin as he tilts your head to reveal your cheek to him. “Your beautiful face…” King Sukuna rumbles lowly, his voice an angered growl as he gently tips you by his grip on your jaw to look at the bruising handprint marring your face, and his eyes are as stormy as the sky outside of the temple as thunder booms amongst the clouds. “Who dared do this to you?”

“Inko,” you murmur quietly, then whine, “She called me a common whore and said I ruin everything. It hurt my feelings.”

“She will be punished,” he promises, cupping your face and kissing your forehead fondly in a show of slight sweetness that you knew he showed no other and strove to keep hidden at all times. Typically his words would comfort you, but not today. You were tired of Inko’s behavior, and a week locked alone in a room with nothing but bread and milk was no longer fitting in your eyes. 

You wanted her dead.  

“Fill me with your seed, my Lord,” you beg sweetly, and he groans while grabbing you borderline painfully tight and grinds your crotches together as you stand together in the throne room, allowing you to feel him at half-hardness. “I want to carry your spawn for you, just like you always say.” It was true; Demon King Ryomen Sukuna was a weak man when it came to his almost wicked thoughts of breeding one of his women’s fertile cunts, but he’d not yet filled any of his concubines’ wombs with life. That privilege, you knew, was to be yours alone — and with how desperately you knew he wanted it, you’d get your prize of Inko’s head on a golden plate and he would get his of the instinctual want for an heir before the week was up. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing as high on your tiptoes as you can to do so, and as usual he dips down so you can mouth sweetly at his skin, feeling one pair of arms rest at your hips while the other gently cup your face. “Let me ride you on your throne, my king,” you whisper sweetly, pulling your face from his hold and closing your teeth around one of his earlobes, tugging lightly. You both feel and hear the aroused growl leave his throat, and you move to nip at the base of his throat before asking again. “Please, beloved one?” you beg lightly, pressing a kiss to his jaw as he basks in the attention from your lips and your now wandering hands, which bury themselves in his hair in just the way he likes. “I want you to fill me in the way that only you will ever be able to. I desire the honor of bringing you life.”

You’re being dragged to his throne before you know it, your words plenty enough to tip him over any and all edges he had when it came to you, and he’s taking a seat and tugging you up onto his lap with a practiced ease that you both remembered all too well. He grinds his cock up into the crux of your thighs, his already hard length pressing against the place you were always bare for him beneath your skirts so perfectly. It only takes a moment for him to loose his cock from his robes, and even less time for him to press two of the fingers on one of his other three hands into your wet hole, the appendages curling just so inside so as to toy with you and prepare you for the vast stretch of one ( or even both ) of his cocks. 

“F-Fuck — M’Lord, there-!” You whimper shakily, hips bucking into his touch as he presses one callused thumb to your clit and begins drawing harsh circles on it in time with each curl of his fingers. 

“I know, sweet treasure, I know,” He murmurs softly. “I’ll take care of you — gotta get ya’ all nice and sloppy for me, dear one.”

“No more!” You whine impatiently. “Want you in me!”

His eyes are already dark, but they seem to darken even further at your senseless pleading. “As my foolish girl begs,” he says in mock-sweetness, pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt with a wet shlk! and beginning to use what you’d left on them to wet his cock rather than lick them clean like usual. Your heart ba-bump!s in your chest as a nervous shiver courses through you, but you don’t back down — you’d take his cocks and the resulting child of this coupling as well. 

“Oh gods — yes, please-!” you whimper, feeling the way he drags his cock against your slickened slit, and he chuckles lightly before pressing the fat head in. A stuttery gasp falls from your lips as your head does likewise to his shoulders, and you cling to him desperately as you begin to sink down onto him entirely. In what feels like forever ( but is really only a couple short seconds ) he’s fully sheathed inside of you, and you both still for a moment to soak in the feeling of both filling and being full — and the the Demon King decides the time to adjust is up, and begins fucking up into you. 

You bounce on his lap, moaning brazenly like a woman in a whorehouse, and your nails dig into his skin as he uses you like a toy for his own pleasure. Each drag of his thick cock inside you alights a fire in your belly as it always does, and you keen from your place on his lap as all four of his arms rove your body — two palming at your tits, one rubbing cruel circles on your swollen clit, and the third thrown around your waist. 

“Fuck… Fuck…” he moans, biting at your neck, and you whine needily while grinding down on him, trying your hardest to tempt him into forcing his second cock inside. Unfortunately, you doubted he would, considering he was always so cautious not to break his favorite toy ( you weren’t a fool, there was no love in his heart — there remained no heartstrings for you to tug on, only his sensitive cock. ), but seemingly today was an exception as a hand on one of your tits releases it just so he can grab his second length and press it against your sopping wet hole. The thick ring of cream around the base of the cock he’d already filled you with smears across his second as he urges the tip inside, a short scream falling from your lips as it pops in after a long moment of slightly-pained pressure. 

You’re overfull, tears are rolling down your cheeks, but Lord Sukuna just licks them up and begins using your body like the hole to fuck it is, bluncing you brutally on both of his cocks all while still seated on his massive throne. Behind you, you hear the wide doors to the throne room open, but it isn’t until a scandalized cry fills the room that you turn to look while your lord master continues fucking you without a care in the world for the eyes watching. 

“My Lord-? Oh gods, my apologies! I beg your forgiveness, my king!” The hand that had wandered in wails, falling to his knees in subservience at the realization that he’s just walked in on his lord taking his most favorite concubine in the throne room. The sight of both of his king’s cocks sinking so deeply into your glistening cunt had his own single cock twitching beneath his robes, but there was no way in hell he would ever dare to act on such a thing; the last time someone other than the king himself had touched a concubine with their unworthy hands, both had been torn apart in the King’s rage and fed to the carrion birds. 

“Fuck, you’re nothing but my sweet whore, aren’t you?” Sukuna groans deeply, ignoring the man entirely as you refocus entirely on him and the feelings he was forcing upon you. 

“Y-Yes, my king,” you moan shakily, your eyelashes fluttering as an ever-present knot starts to grow tighter in your lower belly alongside the overfull feeling, fueled by a heat that always burns in his presence.

“Cum on my cocks,” Sukuna orders through a moan. “Give it to me, I command you — I want to feel your cunt pulse around me as you come undone.” As he speaks he speeds up the circles he was drawing on your clit, and within moments you’re falling apart around him, crying out in ecstasy as he lets out a demonic roar and oresses himself as deeply inside as he can before emptying his balls. Faintly you register his eyes rolling back as he cums, but you’re too wrapped up in him to truly give a damn about any of it. 

After a few moments he begins to tug you off of his lengths, the muscles in your body just as instinctually unwilling to give them and their stretch up as you are as a natural resistance shows before being overtaken by you clenching down on him. “No,” you whimper, holding him tight. “Mine.”

“Y’gotta let me go, my precious jewel,” he rumbles quietly, and the urge to actually cry fills you and you just cling tighter. 

“No,” you say again, a fresh wave of tears stinging at your eyes. “Don’t wanna.”

A low groan falls from his lips, but he stops fighting you. You barely react as he lifts you, his inhuman strength making most any show of strength possible ( and making lifting you something easily scoffed at ), and you do likewise as he carries you off to his private chambers. A questioning noise falls from your half-chapped lips as he closes the massive open door of the two closed behind him, and he just shushes you before pulling the silk sheets and thick blankets and furs back before placing you on them. He’s straddling you, still stuck due to your clinging, and it takes a brief moment of wrestling with you before he manages to finally pull out. 

A borderline sickly wet noise fills both his and your ears as his cocks are drawn from your needy cunt, and the rush of thick demon cum that follows makes you whine pathetically. He just clicks his tongue at you and tugs on a rope made of golden chord that would ring a bell in one of the servant’s halls and summoned one such person, ordering them to ready your nightly meal ( despite the sun still being up ) so you could eat then sleep at your own leisure. Once the trembling man is gone, he joins you in bed. 

“I hope you meant your urging for me to grant you a child,” he purrs, biting at your shoulder while you press close to him. He pulls away, sitting up on the side of the bed, “Because there’s no going back now — you will carry my seed in your belly until you birth me a child.”

None of this matters to you. You had always planned to birth his first child, had always known that it was what your fate held for you — this moment was not for talk of a baby, no. You wanted your prize. 

“My dearest lord,” you sniffle needily, sliding from the bed on shaky legs and sinking to your knees between his legs, then propping yourself up over your crossed arms on them with a pout downturning your lips. A quickly growing puddle of his leaking cum begins to drip on the floor between your legs. “Please kill Inko — she’s so very mean to me, and all the other concubines are too because she’s been here so long.” Your bottom lip trembles as fresh tears start, and he sighs. 

“But her cunt is so sweet, dear one,” he murmurs, and you whimper and hide your face in one thick, muscled thigh. 

“You said she was loose. Besides, she hit me — I carry your spawn inside of me, and she hit me.” You didn’t have even his cum in you then, much less a conceived child — but you knew how to play the Demon King’s instincts, and the slight angered huff through his nostrils betray the rage simmering beneath his skin. All it would take was the tiniest push further. “It was the face this time, the face you own, but what if she pushes me down the stairs next? I could lose my life.”

Growling fills the air, and you know you've done it. 

“Rest here,” he says quietly, his voice shaking with rage, “Servants will be here to attend to you in a few minutes.”

He helps you up with one hand, half-tossing you onto the cushy bed, then begins making his way out of his private rooms. “Where are you going?” you call innocently, pushing a frightened tremor into your voice. “My lord Ryomen, please don’t leave me — I’m always so frightened without you!”

He stops in the middle of the room; you can see him shaking with anger. “I have business to attend to,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes glitter. “Come back to me soon, beloved one — I miss you desperately every moment you are away.” 

A grunt is your only response, and he exits the room as servants wheel in your dinner. You curl up prettily in his massive nest of a bed, and you peruse the options he’d granted you eagerly. When he was done, he’d use the excess rage to fuck you again — you’d need to quell what appetite you have now and then some if you wanted enough energy to survive. 

In the distance, furious roaring mixes with shrill, fearful screaming, and you delicately tug apart the roast duck you’d been served as the sounds of more concubines than just Inko being killed fills the temple. Servants cower, and the younger cupbearers whimper, but you just smile softly and hold out your emptied cup. 

“I would like more pear juice, please.”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[alexdelray1]

Giyuu x Fem Reader

MEETING TO RELATIONSHIP 'HEADCANONS' AND HASHIRA'S + UBUYASHIKI + TANJIROU, ZENITSU INOSUKE REACTION TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP.

WARNINGS: My first language isn't English.

Hope you'll like it ;)

First things first, you two meet as hashira's. You were (let's say) new blood hashira. Giyuu of course didn't really paid attention to you which is normal of him.

But you being stubborn made him have at least some conversation. You realised that you won't be able to accomplish a lot with words so you asked him for a match.

"Let it be a match."

Matches like that were culturally (I heard) only without a shirt so Giyuu took off his shirt not expecting you to do the same but you did. Thank God (Or not) you had bandages wrapped tightly around your chest so they wouldn't fall off and show your melons.

Giyuu was suprised but after few seconds he stopped thinking about that and looked at your six pack.

"Ready?"

"Hm." (Idk how to make this sexy)

Match ended in him winning. Of course, he was a hashira for longer time than you and had more experience.

"Since you won, want to go out for dinner with me?" You asked him while washing your face with a towel.

(I don't understand this logic either)

"That doesn't make sense." He said standing next to you.

"I know but I can somehow make it have sense."

"I'm not really into going out."

"Then we can do it in your house."

"Your house."

"Okay."

That's how you got Giyuu to go into your 'love trap'.

Of course you two drank sake that night and let's be real.

You two puked on each other...

When you woke up, you were in one bed with no clothes on which scared the shit out of both of you.

What if you two really did it?

What if you got pregnant?

What if you got some diseases?

And how the fuck do you sleep with a woman who you just met a month ago and had like three conversations?

These questions Sanemi asked you two when he got to your house the same morning to train with you but he would never expect to find there Giyuu who was wearing a loose yukata.

Thank God (or not) you realised that nothing happend between you two and when you puked on each other you just took the clothes of and went to sleep.

Becouse of other weird situations and misunderstandings he fell in love with you, at first you were just a little crush but now he knows he wants to be with you. Of course you fell in love with him when you saw him without his shirt on.

You confessed like a month after the match and he accpeted. Which was suprising to other hashira's who thought that Giyuu will be a virgin till death.

"You sure?" Obanai asked you.

"Yeah."

"CONGRATS READER! YOU TWO ARE SOOO CUTE!" Mitsuri screamed.

"Thank you!"

"So, how is he in bed? Wait, you don't have to answer, when I see scars from nails on his back I'll know." Tengen said.

"Aha..."

"Did he bribe you? No, you are already rich. Did he blackmailed you?" Sanemi asked you.

"No, this relationship is real."

"Congratulations Reader, and Giyuu-san. I hope you'll be happy." Tanjirou said.

"Thank you."

"I will pray for you two to have fruitful relationship." Gyomei said.

"In what way 'fruitful'?" (you didn't get the answer)

"And I thought Giyuu is so boring he wouldn't be able to be in a relationship even in another life." Shinobu said.

"Ummm yeah..."

"YOU TWO WILL HAVE GREAT FUTURE AND MANY CHILDREN!" Said Kyojuro.

"I think you mean 'I hope you two will have...'."

"No." Kyojuro said.

"Does Tanjirou like this relationship?" Muichirou asked.

"He congratulated us."

"Then congrats I guess." Muichirou said.

"HOW DID YOU GET SUCH A MENEATER LIKE READER??? YOU DON'T EVEN TALK!!!" Zenitsu asked Giyuu.

"Luck and one match." Tomioka said.

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!" Zenitsu shouted.

"So you two are like mama boar and papa boar. When there will be child boar?!" Inosuke asked exited.

"When we'll want to or Giyuu will forget to pull out."

"Pull out what?" Inosuke asked confused.

"I hope you too will help each other in a fight and your relationship will be happy." Ubuyashiki said.

"Thank you Oyakata-sama."

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It's so interesting to look at the new page (2.0.3) as compared to chapters 14 and 15. We know that Alinua is trying not to level city blocks and to keep people safe, and Shrike sees her restraint as cowardice. It's like someone not acting in their full power offends her.

The positioning of the characters here versus in 1.15.9 and 1.15.12 (group shots, with 1.15.12 panel 3 being the closest line up of characters to Shrike's flaskback on 2.0.3, but very different stances) is very interesting. On 2.0.3, we've got edgy loner Falst (I saw a comment on the page how this reflects Shrike's view of ferin which was interesting), Erin looking like he would unironically do the haughty noble lady laugh (also those eyebrows what), many others have pointed out how different Alinua's stance here is- it's designed to reflect the "hanger-on" and "coward" that Shrike sees, just a scared elf, and big buff angry Tess, with the lightning scar, muscles, and serious face on display. In the sequence from 1.15.9 to 1.15.12, things are different. We see Alinua, Falst, and Tess making a plan, and deciding to throw subtlety out the window. Falst and Tess, while ready to fight to buy Alinua time, soften and smile when Erin appears. Alinua does not have the same panicked expression as Shrike remembers, instead quickly enacting the plan- we see on 1.15.10 that she's already started growing vines. Erin looks less smug and more serious. He isn't smiling, but instead cutting to the heart of the matter ("Are you done pretending this is about the law?").

Comparing more with 1.14.11-15, the sequence in which Shrike first interacts with Alinua and Falst. In 1.14.11, Alinua used the melon seeds to keep the hunters off Tess, even with Falst trying to convince her to leave, and seeing the apparent danger. Alinua looks a bit panicked between 1.14.12 and 1.14.14, but nothing like Shrike remembers. In these pages, the hunters notice the two, Falst gets shot with the arrow, and the two are almost arrested. The arrests get averted when Alinua (panels 8 and 10 on 1.14.14) goes all glowy green eyes and, using the melon seeds from earlier, makes a wall of plants, entangling some of the hunters (just barely missing Shrike) and allowing the trio to escape. First- very cool epic magic. Second, comparing 1.14.14 and 15 with page 13 makes it look like Shrike wasn't too far from Alinua. The plant wall barely missed her. All Shrike says to that is that "the elf" is a "heavier hitter than [she] expected."

And yet. Yet 2.0.3, Shrike calls Alinua a coward for seemingly not biting back while being chased. As the audience, know that, had Erin not intervened in ch. 15, Shrike would have seen more of Alinua's abilities. With the destruction of the prison, and Zuurith rebuilding with Vash's words in mind, Shrike's whole world and way of life has changed, leaving her with "a new victory to want," as Trusk puts it. If Shrike tries to fight Alinua on her own, to not let this new power walk away, then she will likely see just how much the area of Zuurith was holding Alinua back (people in buildings that could be hurt, rules restraining everything, no good dirt). Shrike's character is both fascinating and irritating all at once. She has seen the bad of Zuurith, been in the arena, and found a way to make a profit. As she says on 1.15.7, "My dream is to win. And I have. I played their game and now they let me do whatever I want." On 1.15.19, when Trusk asks why she isn't pursuing, she says that arresting a foreign dignitary isn't fun before admitting that the city makes her tired. Potentially, after the events of the past chapters, (a night in comic time), Shrike is trying to wrestle with her world being torn open. So she follows the person who broke it, with the line "and here I thought I knew what winning looked like."

I am very excited for this potential confrontation. I am also excited to see how Shrike handles her changing world view.

[presidenthades]

I am doing very minor revisions of Daemon’s Handbook (mostly formatting and continuity errors), and I wanted to do some behind-the-scenes commentary before too much time passes and I forget my original thoughts. Here’s Chapter 7!

(Note that these commentaries aren’t canon to the verse until/unless the author writes them into the series. I might change my mind on a few points later, but these are the thoughts I had while writing.)

If I had to pick a favorite chapter to write, it’s this one. It’s the first post-time skip chapter, so we get to behold all the children (now young adults) in full horny mood.

Also, Alyssa develops a personality, and BOY is it a personality. I originally planned to make her a female version of Aegon III, who is very quiet, but it occurred to me that a hellion would be more fun (and torturous for Daemon, which is the real goal in this fic).

Aegon and Aemond are supposed to return directly to King’s Landing and wait with their family to receive the Dragonstone party, but Aegon decided he couldn’t wait to see Jace again and Aemond only required mild convincing to go along. And yes, the boys took a bath first in some river so they look nice and groomed~

One of Jace’s biggest character quirks is anxiety. She has ALL the anxiety. Comes with being an eldest sibling and second in line for the throne. I don’t consider her shallow, but she perceives her appearance as an important part of her political and social toolkit because the society they live in puts a lot of stock in appearances, especially women’s. So she’s finicky about looking the right part for every occasion. (Also she wants to look nice for her husband whom she hasn’t seen in three years, nothing wrong with that.)

I made Luce a knitter, partly because I’m a knitter and I like incorporating my interests, and partly because I wanted to give her a textile craft that wasn’t embroidery. I hope I’m not being too biased when I say that in this era, knitted products (like socks) are more useful than embroidered products (like fancy handkerchiefs). The practical value of knitting, and it being an acceptable craft for ladies even if it’s not as popular as embroidery, seemed fitting for Luce, who isn’t super conventional but also not a complete rebel. I also really like the imagery of her sending flowery socks to the Stepstones for Aegon and Aemond and Grandpa Corlys to wear.

Daemon is fit for his age, but he’s in his 40s and he’s got a lot of old battle wounds, so chasing around toddlers is fairly strenuous. Also, toddlers are FAST. Alyssa is closer to three than two, and she’s spent her entire life trying to keep up with her older sisters, so she’s got a fairly good sense of balance and isn’t stumbling around as much.

“Pretty girl” is 100% Aegon’s pet name for Jace, and I’m using it gratuitously in one of the sequel fics, which is Jace and Aegon-centric. (I’ll have an update soon on what I’m writing next, but I’ve decided to break down the epic longfic idea into multiple, more manageable mid-length fics.)

Aemond thinks Alyssa is spooked by his eyepatch and scar at first, but she’s actually falling in love at first sight. 😂 She’s got heterochromia so she probably *likes* that his eyes aren’t symmetrical either.

Aegon and Aemond are no longer afraid of Daemon! They’ve seen a lot of shit in the Stepstones, so their middle-aged uncle seems like less of a big deal now. Poor Daemon.

Aegon and Aemond are currently 18 and 16, so I made their stomachs black holes like most teenaged boys. They also have been eating a lot of rations at the Stepstones, even as royal princes, so a “plain” meal at Dragonstone seems awesome.

I have nothing to say about the melons, except that I’m very sorry for Lucera 🥲

Idk why but there’s something about Jace being very dutiful and proper that attracts messy rebels like Aegon and Baela. Opposites attracting, maybe? Kinda like how Luce is on the wilder side but Aemond is super put-together. I’ve thought about a crackish scenario where Viserys messes things up (as usual) and betroths Jace/Aemond and Luce/Aegon. I think Jace and Aemond would get bored with each other while Luce and Aegon might accidentally kill each other.

Jace and Aegon know their siblings are being stupid about their feelings for each other. Jace tries not to meddle (she doesn’t like it when Daemon meddles so she resists the urge), and Aegon makes fun of Aemond in the half-hearted hope it’ll goad Aemond into doing something.

I like to imagine that Luce eventually invents double-entry accounting in this universe. I also think she’s a big fan of the abacus, which is a more visual way of keeping track of numbers. She also likes charts and graphs in general.

The three dragonglass daggers that Luce orders from the blacksmith are for her, Jace, and Joff. (Luce loves all her sisters, but she has a special place in her heart for the three of them who are full-blooded sisters.) Purple for Jace (royal color for the future queen), green for Luce (like the sea and Velaryon colors), red for Joff (Targaryen color, nice and bloody). She isn’t expecting her sisters to use them as weapons; she wanted to make a gesture before Jace’s official wedding, since it marks a huge change in their lives.

I keep describing Luce and Aemond’s relationship in this fic as Pride and Prejudice-esque, and I stand by it. Miscommunication, ego issues, awkward flirting, a failed first proposal. One commenter described Daemon as the anti-Mrs Bennet, trying his best NOT to let the girls marry. 😂 And if we keep the analogy going, Clement Celtigar is Mr Collins while Otto is the closest thing we have to Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

I established in the beginning that Daemon is very bad with feelings. This scene where he tries to comfort Baela is part of his character arc and emotional growth, but he stumbles a few times more before the end of the fic.

I am very pleased that so many readers pinpointed Joff/Daeron as black cat and golden retriever energy, because I was definitely going for that. Daeron spews a lot of word vomit in his one line of dialogue, but you might notice he mentions “I got that thing you really wanted.” See the final scene in Chapter 11 for “that thing.” 👀

Jace is making PR a priority in her reign (and before her reign). She’s observed how loyal the Dragonstone smallfolk are to the Targaryens and wants to spread that loyalty to the realm’s smallfolk in general. This is why she and Aegon do the flight into the city, and why she has her Princess Diana moment on the way to the wedding.

Chapter 8 commentary here

[all-mimsy]

who names a kid dysthymia?

fanmix for the weird sensitive kid who just wants to disappear into the woods

Cavetown ⚘ Boys Will Be Bugs I'm a dumb teen boy I eat sticks and rocks and mud I don't care about the government And I really need a hug I feel stupid (stupid), ugly (ugly) Pretend it doesn't bother me I'm not very strong, but I'll fuck you up if you're mean to bugs

Young Rising Sons ⚘ SAD (Clap Your Hands) But I still hear my mama saying If you're sad and you know it And you don't want to show it Clap your hands

Blind Melon ⚘ No Rain All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watching the puddles gather rain And all I can do Is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view But it's not sane

Owl City ⚘ Plant Life I've been longing for daisies to push through the floor And I wish plant life would grow all around me So, I won't feel dead anymore So, I won't feel dead anymore

Cosmo Sheldrake ⚘ The Moss Legend has it that the moss grows on The north side of the trees Well, legend has it when the rain comes down All the worms come up to breathe Well, legend has it when the sunbeams come All the plants, they eat them with their leaves Well, legend has it that the world spins 'round On an axis of 23 degrees

Bug Hunter ⚘ Pinecones I yell, "I'm gonna live to be a hundred I'm gonna see them cure disease Then I'm gonna watch them Go to war over the royalties" So if you need me, I'll be in the tree If you need me, I'll be in the tree

Coral Bones ⚘ Queensway The in-between Is where I'll find a home And watch a garden grow I'll burn it down Blend ash into the ground

The Happy Fits ⚘ Dirty Imbecile But you won't understand All the things that I am 'Cause I'm crazy in just too many ways But I get that little feel When my heart starts beating, lungs stop breathing All my fibers say to run away Count my little scars, I've got dozens down inside I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile All these things I've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young So don't tell me what to fear in the darkness of this atmosphere

MISSIO ⚘ The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man Distant, everything is scattered When your mind is shattered and torn apart In an instant, I can be indifferent The blame is always shifted from the start Leafless treetops in the snow Views of death and bitter cold But the darker the weather, the better the man You can take all you want, but not who I am

American Authors ⚘ I'm Born To Run I'm born to run, down rocky cliffs Give me grace, bury my sins Shattered glass and black holes Can't hold me back from where I need to go

Frances Aravel ⚘ The Child You Were Loneliness was painful And your empty life didn't like you But one day you'll see The light The child you were will not return

[fountainpenguin]

"There's really just one thing that we have in common; neither of us will be missed..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today!

Chapter 2 - “Embers (Impulse)”

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Start from Chapter 1

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Impulse is allowed to be POV character for both the pre-game and the rules chapters, not because I split the opening in several pieces but because he specifically can do whatever he wants <3

Dog's Life doesn't have a boogeyman, but it sure has hunting hounds! Grian's got rules to explain, everybody scrambles, folks start taking on mob traits, and Impulse gets his quarry roll. Check it out!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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[ImpulseSV - Player]

Quarry: TBA

Hunter: Unknown

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Seed 125. It's such an innocuous number, that. Just a sliver of a thing. You could almost personify it like a little fairy. What's that TV show where the letters of the alphabet form words and come alive? If there's a spin-off for numbers, this is exactly that. The number 125 is too ridiculously quaint and pretty to be "randomly selected," which makes it feel ethereal and fey. Does that make sense?

Listen to me. I really do sound like a guy whose friend group has been mostly other parents for the last dozen years.

Smajor gets it, though. Er… Scott. He's all-in on the freckly, pointy eared woodland fey aesthetic this time around- glittery and mystical with iridescent white fairy wings printed down the back of his bright green jacket. Someone call the Summer Court, because Tam Lin's in big trouble. That's him.

You know, just the name alone is hilarious. "Seed 125" sounds like a tourist trap or government lab, like Area 51 or something (at least in all the memes). The air here is warm and smells of salt and mucky sand. It's night, but no one's shivering… even those among the crowd of 17 (like Impulse) whose base code currently depicts them in shorts and a T-shirt. Skizz's suit vest doesn't even have sleeves. Cleo has her arms crossed, hands running up and down her skin, but she sort of always does that. You know: stands off to one side, watchful and aloof. Then she settles with a fwump on the edge of Ren's melon.

(Funny story about the staring. 16 of the 17 players gathered around the melon circle are tailed by "ghosts." They're not normally spoken of- invisible to each other's camera eyes, here only if you squint. HumanCleo betrays all the emotions of life and fear that ZombieCleo does not. The ghostly figure shivers, shifting from foot to foot. She presses her palms to her face. She's transparent, so it does very little to hide her. Impulse can see her beady camera eye staring blearily at the bedrock ground.)

Tango's red-blond hair flickers in the dark. His flames burn low. Since their center torch is pretty pathetic, he alone is lighting up the darkness of their inner circle. Well… Skizz has his halo and Scar decorated his cane with a glowing red orb, which rests in his lap, but there's no telling what that's about. Impulse squints.

Is Scar made of wood?

That'll be interesting. Scar always goes overboard with his skin swaps and roleplay in the death games, and clearly he's already built the bare bones of a plan. Doesn't wood rot near the seaside? This is the seaside, right? Slight waves slap against the shore down the hill from where they sit. Stalks of bamboo leer over them like skyscrapers and the bedrock Grian admin'd in around spawn is freckled with roaming pigs.

Seed 125 is too pretty of a place to be brutally murdered in a death loop. And this time, the realization of that cuts Impulse to the core. He jolts upright, gripping the edges of his melon chair.

Why are we doing all this? For the 'entertainment' of those whose faces we never see? Can't we just have a beach episode and enjoy building together in a tropical survival paradise?

Would that be good content? Maybe not, but it'd be a well-deserved vacation. Impulse rubs behind his neck, tracing out the ghosts of old scars and the ache of this morning's Skyblock stream with Skizz. Ooh. Is he really up for this?

I really shouldn't have spent an hour skimming through the void.

His cam twin moves instinctively to rub his shoulders. His misty hands pass straight through.

"So Grian," Scar calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Explain to us in your soothing British accent what the rules of this Life game are."

"Welcome to Dog's Life," Grian recites, spinning around like a king. He wobbles his arms, leaning his weight on just one leg. Gets his balance back. Exhales. They're all standing on random melons gathered around the bedrock spawn point, although there weren't enough for everyone, so some are on the ground. Actually, Smajor (Scott) and BigB have their arms wrapped around each other, tongues poking out uncertainly as they fight gravity and each other to keep themselves upright. Scott, a little squashed and frumpy, looks like he might step down in a second or two. While their melon is square, it's a little lumpy on one side. BigB grips Scott like a life preserver as though the grass is lava.

Beside them is Mumbo, fiddling with his tie. He stares at his shoes, but lifts his gaze as Impulse's eyes bear into him. This is only Mumbo's second round in the death game, so it's no wonder he's nervous. He looks out of his element - like a dolphin in Arizona - like he's debating if he ought to surrender his own melon to one of the senior players. Impulse tries to smile, but it comes out like a grimace. Mumbo fidgets with the hems of his coat. The skeletons on the fringes of their circle are noisy, bones clicking. Pigs snort. The zombies are the loudest of all… enough to make Impulse wonder whether they're standing just above a cave. How grateful he is for the bedrock that prevents death loops from trapping spawn.

One skeleton twists around, making Mumbo jump. But Ren shoots him a reassuring look, waving a dismissive hand. He's sitting on his melon, one leg crossed over the other. He looks relaxed. Cleo's doing the exact same thing, having apparently decided - quite stubbornly - that they won't stray far from spawn while the stars are out. They're in no rush to get moving.

Can't blame her, Impulse thinks, watching the skeleton keep its distance. He taps his fingers against the melon's side, starting up a beat (Skizz instinctively picks it up, drumming too). There's almost no point in foraging at night during Hardcore.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

[leos-regression-cove]

Can you please do one fic where Loki is brought back to life by Thor after he kills Thanos in wakanda as he goes for the head and has access to all stones, the stones gets destroyed in the process and thor is barely harmed but he manages to bring Loki back. This loki is an asgardian equivalent of a 3-4 year old. Now thor has a reason to live again.

Something to Live For

Chapters 1-4

Word count: 4,006

Stand Alone?: Additional chapters can be requested; Self contained as of posting.

Warnings: Blood/gore, canon typical violence, fainting, needles, medical setting, mention of past abuse, death (Thanos' death and Loki's revival)

Notes: Thank you so much for this request! I had an amazing time writing it! I hope you're as happy with it as I am!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 1:

“Here! Drop us right here!” Rocket yelled. 

Thor braced for impact and dropped Rocket and Groot down onto the battlefield with him. 

It was nice to reunite with some old friends, Steve Rogers and the like but, talking in between killing some minor beasts was like killing wolves: there was nothing especially heroic or special about it. They didn’t need the mightiest Avenger for this…

There he was, the titan himself. Thor could barely see him through the trees, but purple and gold weren’t exactly camouflage colors. 

Thor charged up Stormbreaker and aimed right for the monster’s head. 

He was blown backward as it made impact, barely able to hang onto the handle-- no, wait-- entirely unable to hang onto the handle. He skidded on the dusty ground, landing on his side and scraping his arm over several sharp rocks, bruising a few ribs. 

He jumped up as quickly as he could, ready to land a second or third hit but Thanos did not move.

The ax was shaken out and removed from in between his lifeless eyes. 

No one could have survived that, Thor concluded. The top half of the blade had gone cleanly through, burying itself in a rock behind the titan’s head, that was beginning to look like a crushed melon. 

Then, Thor saw the gauntlet, cracked and shattered like a cheap plastic, which only brought his eyes to the stones. They were splayed everywhere, all over the forest floor, smashed into tiny pieces. 

Thor sank to his knees and pressed the shards to his chest. 

The moment was gone. The light was dying from them, flickering and fading. 

He brought them up to his forehead, not minding the sharp edges as he pressed them into his skin in a handful like a string of rosary beads, letting them cut him. 

He knew the fight was over, but screams and sobs were still ever present and loud through the forest. 

“C’mon… C’mon… please…” he mumbled under his breath. 

Then, dust. 

The ashes slipped through his fingertips as he doubled over, overcome with grief. 

A hand pressed against his shoulder. “Thor… what did you do?” 

“Wanda!” Thor cried, throwing his hands around the woman, mostly because she was the only face he saw. “I… I got him, but the stones...” 

“You brought Loki back…?” she thought to ask. Over the death and casualties,Thor’s crying, the implications of the stones, that was all she could 

The still body was lying limp a few feet away. 

Thor’s eyes widened and he broke from the hug. “Did I?!” he asked. “Loki? Brother?! Can you hear me?” he rolled Loki over on the dirt to get a good look at his face. 

Loki didn’t look dead, at least not in the same way he had been. His battle scars were mended, and the coloration in his face had been restored from a sickly purple to a pale, but rose dusted, porcelain. 

He finally moved. He was breathing again. 

He rubbed his eyes sleepily but didn’t directly respond, rolling over and going back to sleep. 

Thor didn’t wait for him to sit up on his own, picking him up instead. Normally, Loki would have protested this, but he obviously needed to be looked at by a doctor, and Thor needed to tell the armies that the battle was over, they had won! He wasn’t about to leave his brother out here alone. 

He put Loki over his shoulder, as if his brother were drunk, wearing his lanky body like a scarf.

“You brought Loki back and not Vision?!” she cried, overcome with grief. 

Thor didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t! He only had one wish! And… Loki was the thing at the forefront of his mind. But those words didn’t come out. “I need to get him to a medic!” was all that he could say. No excuses, no explanations, just that. 

The battlefield had largely quieted, but soldiers still stood on guard, waiting for another wave of enemies. 

“We won!” Thor yelled as he passed. “I killed Thanos!” He wasn’t even sure if anyone heard him or if they understood, but in that moment, it felt like there were more pressing matters. 

Blood from his own face spread to Loki’s as he ran towards the palace as fast as his legs would carry them, eventually using his ax to fly up to a balcony, landing in one of the grand rooms. 

“You look awful!” Shuri was there to greet them. 

“We need medical attention,” he breathed. 

“He looks alright… You…? Come with me.” 

Chapter 2:

“Just look him over! He’s been raised from the dead!” 

“Raised from the dead?” She didn’t believe him. “I knew you Asgardians were superstitious but… even I--”

“With the stones! I brought him back, but they were broken. Please, just take a look at him. Make sure he’s okay-- that he’s real!” 

Thor laid his brother down in the medical center. Loki moaned in his sleep as he was put on the cool table.

There were many warrior bodies around them.

If there was any place Thor felt he could trust, it was this one. 

He kissed Loki’s forehead, leading the sickly looking God to rub his eyes and face feverishly again. 

“Loki, I’ll be right back. You’re going to be fine.” 

The Wakandan girl paused. “You should be lying down, too!” she protested. 

“I have something else to take care of first.”

A crowd, mostly of familiar faces, had formed outside the door. Thor could hear them talking. 

“What did you do?!” several of them asked at all different rates, ranges, and tones, ranging from overjoyed to horrified. 

“I killed Thanos!” he bragged, running his finger along the side of his axeblade. “Struck him right in the middle of his forehead.” He chuckled as if it were a goal in a sports game and not the defeat of the universe’s greatest threat. 

“What about Loki?!” Wanda asked, angrily. 

“Loki?” several voices asked. 

“You brought Loki back?” Steve Rogers asked. 

“The stones were breaking and dying! What else was I supposed to do?” 

“Oh, I don’t know Thor, maybe not bring back the monster that destroyed New York?” Tony Stark was being radioed in through someone’s phone. 

“He’s my brother! And he’s changed! Banner can attest!” 

Bruce Banner paused as all the eyes in the room shifted to him. “Uh, yeah… I mean, he helped everyone evacuate during the destruction of Asgard. He cares about his people.”

“That should’ve been Vision,” Wanda snarled. “That should’ve been him and you know it!” 

“He’s a villain, Thor,” Natasha suggested. “I don’t see why one good deed at the end of his life would change that.” 

Thor’s cheeks began to burn red. “What do you want me to do?” 

“Mr. Odinson?” 

“Kill him again?” 

“Mr. Odinson?” the same voice asked, pulling on his cape.

“Imprison him forever?” 

“Mr. Odinson!” 

“What?!” Thor whipped around.

“It’s your brother,” a doctor told him. 

Thor turned around without excusing himself, but found himself followed. 

Loki was covered in blankets, but he was sitting up halfway and definitely alert, albeit terrified and tearful. 

“We just need to take some blood. Can you distract him?”

“Distract him? Loki, you don’t need me to distract you,” he said in a warm, hushed tone. 

Loki’s eyes only grew wider and more distressed, looking between Thor’s bloodied appearance, and the multitude of people ranging from enemies to strangers only a few feet away, all staring at him. 

“We suggest using this,” the doctor said, handing Thor a deck of laminated cards held together by a ring at the corner. “Just read from the back. Just keep him distracted.” 

“Oh my god, he came back wrong, didn’t he?” Tony asked. 

“Silence him!” Thor commanded. “He didn’t ‘come back wrong’ he’s just afraid! Leave us!” 

“No, Thor, something’s definitely wrong…” Banner agreed, looking over the doctor’s notes. 

“He didn’t ‘come back wrong’!” Thor roared. His head was starting to pound as the world felt distant. Everything felt like it was underwater. 

Loki actually began to cry this time, softly sobbing and beginning to hyperventilate.

Maybe something was wrong with Loki. Maybe he did come back wrong. Maybe the wish was wasted…

Thor collapsed. 

“Thor? Thor!” A bright light shone in Thor’s eyes. 

He murmured and placed a hand over his eyes, shielding them from the blinding glow. “He’s up!” Bruce Banner said to someone behind him. 

Thor sat up on a bed adjacent to Loki. 

He felt around for the bruised ribs and headaches, but even the minor cuts and scrapes had been fixed. But that didn’t matter to him now. 

“Is he alright?” Thor asked. 

“We… think so,” Banner replied. 

Thor got up to see what the fuss was about. 

Loki wasn’t distressed or crying any longer, but he still wasn’t the Loki Thor had come to recognize. The crease of his arm was bandaged and he was kicking the blankets excitedly as Bruce Banner talked to him, still asking him about the cards he had handed Thor earlier. “How many of the monkeys have hats. Can you count for me?” 

“Thor!” Loki shouted, putting his hands up when he saw his brother. 

“Can I move him?” Thor whispered. 

“Yeah, he’s not hooked up to anything right now,” the Wakandan doctor behind them replied. 

Loki screamed and laughed as he was lifted into his brother’s arms. “Thor! I gotted candy!” he exclaimed, showing his brother a chewed green sucker. 

“Wow, that’s quite exciting,” Thor agreed. “Do you remember anything from earlier?” he thought to ask. 

Loki shifted uncomfortably. “You was mad… and everyone mad…” he answered. 

“Before that… Do you remember me? Asgard? Banner?” he pointed at Bruce, “Do you remember our friend Bruce Banner?” 

Very slowly, Loki began to nod. 

“Uh, Thor?” Bruce interrupted. “I talked to the doctors and we want to keep Loki in for further evaluations. Just for a couple nights.”

Thor raised his eyebrows worriedly, silently asking why.

“Take a look at this scan we just did…” he handed Thor a tablet screen full of diagrams and information in tiny little text before realizing he wouldn’t be able to make heads or tails of it alone. “That is Loki's prefrontal cortex. It does emotional regulation, decision making, and most logic processes.” 

“Is there something wrong with it?” 

“Well… it’s not damaged, but compared to yours or mine, it’s definitely different… Here, look at this. These are his synapses, they make connections and help us learn. You have a regular amount for an Asgardian, mine are normal for an adult human, but check this out! Look at this! Loki has over double!” 

“What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying that Loki’s brain has gone back in time. It’s not caught up with the rest of him. He’s…” Banner sputtered trying to think up the right way to explain this when human age milestones wouldn’t register to the god. “He’s a kid! He’s not even ready for preschool yet.”

“Will he… grow out of it?” Thor asked. 

“Yeah eventually. It doesn’t look like permanent damage, but you’re essentially re-raising him. It looks like he’s going to grow up like a normal, healthy, Asgardian--Jotunn just… in this body.” 

Thor brushed that off. “Loki’s form is simply an illusion. It’ll change. He’ll shift out of it to something more suitable in due time.” 

“I hope so, but until then, we just want to keep him under observation here in the palace. And… uh… well, I guess if you’re his guardian, you too.” 

Chapter 3:

Thor set Loki down outside the medical rooms and let him hold his hand. Most Avengers who didn’t have other immediate priorities were still there, waiting and talking in a large sitting room. A couple more had even joined from remote areas of the battle. 

Most, if not all, eyes turned to them when they entered. 

“Loki, can you be good and sit here for a few moments?” Thor asked. “Just um…” the room was devoid of toys or decorations of any sort. “Maybe take in the view while I take care of some things?” 

Loki’s eyebrows knitted together and he grumbled. “I wanna stay with you!” he whined, clinging onto Thor’s arm. 

Thor sighed. “Okay… stay with me or go play… Whatever you wish.”

He led Loki through the crowd and towards a small bar where he promptly poured himself a beer and reached over the counter for whatever non-alcoholic fruit juice they might have. 

Curious or even hostile glares softened with confusion as Loki asked his brother about the spinny seats of the barstools and if they could go play outside later together, and if Thor wanted to play healer so he could be like Dr. Banner or Shuri.  

Individuals began to whisper to one another as Thor agreed and chuckled at the inane suggestions before handing Loki his cup. 

“Can you be patient with me brother, so I may speak with my friends first?” 

Loki bit his cheek. “Okay…” 

Before Thor could find his own seat, Loki had already begun striking up conversations with the group of acquaintances and strangers. 

“Hi, I’m Loki. What’s your name?” he asked Peter Parker excitedly. 

The poor boy paused and neighboring heroes also listened in. Peter barely knew Thor, so as far as Thor was aware, the lad’s only knowledge of Loki was probably just the past misdeeds from when Loki was not himself… well, he wasn’t himself now, but in a very different way. “Uh… I’m Peter.”

“Do you want to play spaceships?” 

Peter looked between Natasha and Tony for guidance. 

“We’re a little bit busy right now,” Nat answered, making her best sad face to really show him that she regretted saying it. “Do you think we could play later?” 

Loki looked a little hurt but didn’t say anything else. He moved on to the next group, introducing himself enthusiastically and asking if they could play. 

Thor did his best to reiterate what he had just been told. Loki’s brain had changed but his outside appearance hadn’t caught up with it yet, and he was going to take care of him. 

Wanda’s seething hatred had buckled into a slight satisfaction with this twist of fate. 

“Kid talks a mile a minute,” Steve Rogers leaned in to whisper to Thor, grinning. There was a charm to it. 

“Hi! I’m Loki!” The little one greeted the Guardians of the Galaxy. “Can we play a game?” 

“Ah jeez, not a great time, kid,” Rocket answered, rubbing the back of his fuzzy head. 

Mantis leaned in. “He lost a friend he really loved,” she whispered, pointing to Quill. “We are all feeling sad together,” she told him. 

“Oh…” Loki said, backing away with his eyes on Peter Quill. He didn’t like feeling sad very much. 

Loki introduced himself to one last group. “I’m Loki!” he said, not even beginning with a “hello” this time. 

“Hey, Loki. I don’t think we’ve met! I’m Sam, and this is Bucky.” 

Loki lit up hopefully. “Will you play a game with me?”

“Loki, maybe they’ll play if you remember the magic word. Do you know what that is?” Thor asked.

Loki struggled for a moment and conjured a little bit of green sparkles. 

“No, not those ones. What did mother always say when she wanted you to be polite?” 

“Please!” Loki clapped, excitedly remembering the word. “Will you play please?” 

“Yeah, buddy, what do you want to play?” Sam asked. He shrugged when Bucky tried to fight him about it.

“Um… pretend I’m a fish and you’re the fisherpeople.” Loki got down onto the floor and began to wiggle on his belly. 

A few adults, including Thor, watched curiously as Sam mimed throwing out a fishing line. 

“And then pretend I was really a mermaid!-- Bucky you’re in the water-- you’re going to drown!” Loki fretted as Bucky stood up. 

“Uh… I have a boat!” Bucky tried moving across the room to refill his glass. 

“No you don’t!” Loki whined. 

“Loki, he’s on time-out, bud, he’s taking a break,” Sam tried to explain. 

Loki scowled over at Bucky before returning to his game. “I’m a mermaid,” he repeated before pretending to pull on the line. 

Sam mimed reeling it in and really struggling. 

Loki crawled up onto Bucky’s empty chair, flapping his fresh-out-of-water fin tail. 

“You need to get that kid a paint book,” Bucky commented to Thor. 

“I just may…”

 “Loki?” Thor asked, once he felt that business had been ironed out well enough. Thanos was dead, and everyone, well, almost everyone, could get back to their normal lives or rebuild what was left. 

Loki peeked up. He was no longer a sick, dying, mermaid who had fallen for a handsome fisherman, but was back to himself. The game was over. 

“We’re going to go. Say goodbye to our teammates.”

Loki made another lap of the room saying goodbye to everyone. 

He was acting like a little prince again, doing his best to be friendly, cordial and jovial. He was back in a time before he realized Thor was the one being groomed for the throne. Before the bitterness had set in or the beatings had started about how he “should’ve known better”. 

“Are you ready to go?” Thor asked him, with a proud smile. 

Loki grasped his hand as tight as he could, as if he were scared to ever let go again.

Chapter 4:

Thor and Loki’s assigned room in the palace was, just like every other room: modern to a fault. 

The windows were large and overlooked a beautiful, sunny countryside, and the bedsheets were soft and pressed. But it was ultimately empty except for the two queen-sized beds.

To be fair, the palace on Asgard had been empty, too. Just a different kind of empty. A familiar empty. 

However, in the corner back of the room, there was something. A little corner of clutter with everything a little prince may ever need: easy reading books, toddler-proof board books, toys that ranged in age from six months to six years, and even some furniture or toys meant for one smaller in physical size, just in case Loki’s form caught up with his head. 

The little prince didn’t seem to understand that though, immediately sitting down on his knees to play with a ball-popping lawn mower and investigate a ride-on toy without seeming to understand he was just too big! 

Someone knocked on the door.

“King T’Challa!” Thor greeted him. 

“Hello King Thor! Are you adjusting okay? Do you need anything?” 

“You’ve already done so much today your majesty, there’s nothing we need--” 

That’s when Loki spoke up: “When’s dinner? I’m hungry!” he whined dramatically. 

“Will you be joining us for dinner or eating in here?” 

Thor looked back at Loki. “In here would be preferable for tonight… Can we join you tomorrow maybe?” he asked. 

“Of course! Dinner will be here at 8:30,” he answered.

Thor tried not to raise his eyebrows. 8:30? That was so late! On Asgard they ate at four or five… six at latest! How was he supposed to get Loki to bed at a reasonable time with dinner being served then?! “Perfect!” Thor exclaimed. “Do you know of anywhere we can get a snack maybe a little before that?” 

The king made him aware of a refrigerator and stout pantry cupboard that disappeared into the wall, activated with a hand motion.

Thor nodded, pretending not to be impressed. “Thank you,” he said awkwardly… “I knew that was there…” 

T’Challa raised an eyebrow. “Let me know if you need anything else,” the king said. “I want you both to be comfortable.” He left without saying another word. The gesture of formality and diplomacy had been performed. 

Thor turned around after shutting the door. “Loki! Loki, don’t touch that!” he called, noticing the child standing on his tippy toes and hopping to try to reach a small, barely noticeable camera. 

He pulled Loki away and waved to the camera apologetically. 

Loki kicked to escape. 

“It’s so you don’t get hurt! It’s just the doctors! See? ‘Hi Banner!’” he said. 

Loki wasn’t convinced. 

“Why don’t we get that snack? I need one, too.” Maybe a food distraction would be enough. 

Loki took out a box from the wall pantry. 

“What are those?” Thor asked. 

Loki enthusiastically showed him the tin full of frosted biscuit cookies. 

Sugar, Thor thought, pure sugar. But, if there was ever a time for Loki to stuff himself with such cheap delicacies, that time was right now. 

Loki opened the lid, tossed it aside and began to eat. 

Thor was barely able to sneak his hand in and nab one. 

“Not too many,” he reminded Loki. “We are having dinner soon.”

Loki furrowed his brows and looked down at the empty papers in the bottom of the tin. “No,” he whined. 

“Yes! And you’ll get a tummy ache, too!” 

“No tummy ache!” Loki squealed, distressed by the thought. 

“You will if you don’t slow down.”

Loki stopped with the cookie he was about to put in his mouth and set it down. 

“We’ll finish it off after dinner. Promise,” Thor said. “But why don’t we play with some of those new toys while we wait?” 

Loki had an awkward way of moving now. His mind was having trouble controlling his movements in such a lanky, tall body.

Thor almost wanted to verbally suggest shrinking down but… he’d wait-- just a little bit. Maybe Loki would take care of it on his own or maybe the doctors could help. For now, Thor was happy to just observe and try to help his little brother. 

“Gonna draw!” Loki squeaked, pulling out an iron filing board with its attached magnet pen. 

“Can I help?” Thor asked. 

“Mh… No,” Loki concluded. “Thor can’t see!” He retreated to the back of the room, squeezing himself behind the rocking chair.

Thor hated to admit that it did slightly hurt… just a little. But he wasn’t about to lose his head over something like this. He was Loki’s guardian now and his main duty was to make the little one feel safe. How could he feel safe if his brute king of a big brother was going to yell at him for asking for alone time? So Thor kept his mouth shut. 

Loki drew for a while. A long while. Thor was surprised he hadn’t broken focus. It had been nearly an hour. The little one’s attention span was even longer than his own. Every now and again he heard a shifting noise or a frustrated grunt of Loki pulling a plastic tab to clear the board, but he never screamed, threw a fit, or even looked back at his brother. The boy was on a mission. 

Finally, Loki propped himself up, and ran into Thor’s line of vision. “Done! All done!” he cheered. “Thor see! Thor lookit!” 

“I get to see?!” Thor asked, rolling over on his bed and turning off the television. 

“Yeah! Just for Thor!” 

All of Thor’s exhausted malaise drained from him and was replaced with a childish enthusiasm to look at Loki’s art. 

“Is a snake! And you!”

Thor took the drawing pad from him to get a closer look. 

Although it was hard to discern, as Thor himself was a barely-identifiable circle filled with other shapes and lines, he was pretty sure that the snake was biting him. 

“I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it! Come here you!” 

Thor pulled Loki up onto the bed and into his lap, cuddling him close. “It’s so good, brother, I shall cherish it forever!” 

Loki screamed before breaking out into giggles as Thor roughed him up and squeezed him in a far-too-tight headlock in a squeeze of pure love. 

And then, when given the chance, Loki squeezed him back. 

And in that moment, Thor knew that no matter what happened next, he had Loki, and Loki loved him. And he was never going to let go of him again.  

[lyman-garfiel]

Mental health system and general like therapy rant under cut also s/h mentions

ok so like.. being back into therapy again is honest to fuck terrifying, i...lied during my psych evaluation because the LAST place that tried to take me rejected me due to me having too many issues.. and i just.. that has made me terrified of being open about my actual issues because i.. have no clue how to tell this woman "seeing other people percieve a fictional charecter in a way i don't agree with i get unhealthily attatched to makes me want to violently cut myself" because thats a PROBLEM i have and good lord do i want to find out what causes that so i can make it stop... doing that. like just uproot the whole clump of cells in my head because it REALLY gets in the way of me existing in fandom spaces. and god on the topic of self harm. i do that..clearly given my sona shares the same scars as me, ive been terrified to mention that to my therapist because the first time i ever told an adult that i cut i nearly got baker acted =)!!! but like i was really out of it last session and i mentioned that i do cut and she asked me if it helped and.. honestly yeah stimulating myself with pain can quiet the trauma flashbacks sometimes. [that is a very melon coded thing to say. i hate myself for that.] and harming myself isn't a thing i want to do my whole life but i think my therapist who knows my home situation kinda.. got i'm being activley traumatized and not in a place where i can heal so anything that helps is helpful, and i'm..kinda shocked by that since i'm used to being seen as a horrible person for cutting, [since my mom is convinced i do it because i want to piss her off.. no mother, not evreyone is hellbent on angering people like you are.] and its just,,,,,,,,,,fuck ii'm going to have to accept i'm going to be fucked up like this until i can move out.

[lovings4turn]

sincerest apologiiiiiies for my delay in response too !! i've been sleepy + also i've had this odd-ish !? sinking feeling since this morning but it's a little bit better as of now !!

i so so so appreciate your words of motivation to give me the /pull through/ vibes, which i shall !! no reason to doubt a girl who's barely 5ft, your honour, i **will** pull through !! ALSO I'M SORRY YOU KEEP HAVING TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT IT !! (and to anyone reading too, i apologise 😔)

ooh, i'm glad to hear that you got in some social time but i also saw you had an early shift today, how did it end up going !? hopefully not too bad ?! also also, did you put something on the burn !? like aloe vera, erm.. hielo - er, ice !! that's the word. i swear i'm not flexing my language skills, my brain truly talks to me in all 6 of those languages and i'm just like "woahh, calm yo arse down, darling."

how have i been ?? erm. great question !! 🤩🤩 i think all has been.. decent ?? nothing extra brilliant and/or noteworthy but also nothing crappy !! just... life lifing. i do just want to go home though, i refuse to deal w/ this weather. HOW HAVE /YOU/ BEEN !? alles goed, liefje !?

annnyway, nice to chat !! love and miss you bunches, liefje !!

OH !! IK HEEFT EEN VRAAG !! what is your favourite thing to make at your shifts !? in terms of fun-ness of making it AND taste wise. this could be two different things !!

whydoitypesm,ohmygosh,itbecomesanessay. 😭 anyways, again !! take care of yourself + stay alive and hydrated and well fed !! yours truly, you know who. NO, NOT VOLDEMORT. DON'T SAY IT. 🤺🤺

a little joke! a man walks into a fruit market and picks up some raspberries, kiwis, melon, and strawberries but upon seeing a mango, he leaves it all behind and leaves the market. why so !? 🤭🤭

i fear all our conversations are going to start with apologies for the delay ,, yet here i am to do exactly that lovely 😭 i'm so so sorry cause i know that feeling is the WORST but i'm so glad y'feeling a little better (and i hope you're feeling much better now!!! or else i will fight the universe!!!)

you will pull through i know it !!! i am actually your number one supporter n have every faith in you love !! and no apologies at ALL are necessary here i assure you <333 rambling gets us all through , sincerely possibly the biggest yapper in the whole world

the early shift was an interesting one !! it's the first time i've started on the opening ,, and the first two and a half hours were actual heaven cause we had barely any customers ,, so i could just dick about a bit and make myself some drinks to wake up , but the mid morning rush killed me because there was only me and my co-worker at the time😭😭

the burn is healing !!! she was ran under so much cold water and covered in some sort of cream , so she's doing well thank GOD (though my hands are now littered in teeny tiny scars from burns and such - the price i pay ig😔) and honestly ?? i wouldn't blame you for flexing the language skills because it impresses me every single time my god

i totally get what you mean and i'm glad nothing awfully bad has happened !!! here's me manifesting that the weather brightens up for you (because i do not know how you deal with it , and that's coming from someone in northern england😭)

it's so , so nice to hear from you again my lovely , and i'm sending you all of the love and joy i can grasp from the universe (which is a lot , trust me) look after yourself n show yourself all of the love and kindness you deserve or else !!!! the whatchamacallits will come out trust !!!!!

AND AAHHH I LOVE THIS QUESTION !!! in terms of general yumminess , i'd have to go for the cinnamon latte because my god it makes the entire shop smell heavenly every single time i have to make one (and i consume at least two every shift) but in terms of fun-ness , i'm a flat white girly all the way !!! getting to make little designs is actually the highlight of my day (i managed to make a bear last shift and the woman it was for was overjoyed)

i've sat here and wracked my brain for so long trying to find this punchline and i'm coming up totally empty - i'm stubborn and refuse to google it , too , so !!! why does he leave the market love !!! i look forward to finding out 🤭🤭🤭

[hyunrun]

Laufey's 'Letter to my 13 year old self' is such a personal experience to me

this first verse is so :(( I deserved more love as a preteen

"Don't you worry 'bout your curly hair"

getting called a horse in pigtails was quite scarring 😨😨 just BC my hair was poofy ayo (it's kinda funny looking back tho 😭)

"Clothes that don't quite fit you anywhere"

girl this is such an overweight child experience

"Voices echo in the gym"

PE was Terrifying 😭😭

"Another girl's had her first kiss"

I have ise to thank for this one LOL ty for kissing me at 14 🫶 one sadness less

"I'm so sorry that they pick you last"

being picked last is the most embarrassing experience of my life 😭 I remember my 2nd grade teacher was the cutest man ever so he would always appoint the kids that got picked last as captain :( so they wouldn't ever feel left out. had the best time in sports that year and never felt upset 🫶 love u mr. stephen

"Try to say your foreign name and laugh"

this never happened to me tbh and this is light-hearted but my class president used to call my name out as Melon in morning register BC my last name rhymes w it 🙅‍♀️ I despised him

"I know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd Of big blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and boys that stare"

Real !!!!! I'm so glad to not be a small child anymore raa

[phobiaexists]

Scrolling through your tumblr has made me realize how many times Legoshi has been wounded (fatally or not)

YEAH I swear Legoshi has faced way more life or death experiences than a seventeen year old probably should (looking at Jotaro as well /lh) throughout the series and it’s fucking great SJCJDJXK-

Got his back scarred up by Bill, beaten up plenty of times by the Shishigumi, Melon, numerous Riz-sized beatdowns, etc., etc.

[galadion]

Wyrm ✘ Tinki ✘ Kane Masquerade Party

[wri0thesley]

Hey Nat, congrats on the 5555 followers!! I hope you’ll have even more in the future 💕 If you still accept requests (and if tumblr doesn’t swallow my ask >.>) could I ask for Melone with 43?

insatiable - melone x reader (1.8k)

you and melone have a special working relationship.

warnings: not sfw, minors dni. afab reader, no pronouns. pegging. reader uses a strap-on. ass fingering, copious use of lubricant, reader is dominant but it's implied that both melone and reader are switches.

"You can be rough with me," Melone says, his voice teasing, as he watches you from across the bedroom as you slowly and carefully ensure the toy attached to you is as lubricated as you can manage. "Mm, I don't mind, tesoro."

"You won't be saying that tomorrow when you're walking around pouting and rubbing your ass," you say blithely, very much aware that Melone talks a very big game but doesn't always follow through - and, of course, loves an opportunity to pout at you and try and cajole more favours.

Melone pouts now, flopping on the bed, steepling his fingers together beneath his chin. The soft wave of his golden hair and blue eyes make him look deceptively sweet; you know that Melone is anything but.

Despite the sweetness, of course, there's barely restrained hunger in his gaze as he watches.

"You could be getting yourself ready for me," you say sweetly to him, fluttering your lashes. "You've got the indignity to still be fully dressed, Mel! And you don't usually need an excuse to get out of that outfit--"

He chuckles.

"Now's no different," he tells you, immediately wiggling the skin-tight body-suit down. You get distracted yourself momentarily; as his lithe body is uncovered, the muscles shifting just beneath the skin. You know every muscle and every scar of him by heart (Melone likes to be naked in general, you've learnt - a fact that has disturbed many other members of La Squadra, and had not helped your crush before the two of you had become anything more serious), but there's still a little part of you that thrills to be allowed to see him like this.

Despite Melone being so forward, despite how often he'd flirted and winked and made insinuations at you, assassins are not often allowed intimacy. You and Melone are an exception to the rule. You know some of the other assassins would not, but you would trust Melone utterly with your life.

"Like what you see?" He asks, winking, as the fabric is dropped from the side of the bed to gather in a dark purple pool. You're reminded, too, that Melone does not wear any underwear to make sure that the line of his immaculately designed outfit is not disrupted.

He's hard, but that's not a surprise.

You keep your hand on the smooth purple of the toy, rubbing in the lubricant with slow but graceful glides, in a way that you know won't fail to make Melone shift where he is. And true to your thoughts, his mouth parts just a little, his tongue visible and wet, his eyes blown wide as he exhales slowly.

"Get on your hands and knees for me like a good boy," you say to him sweetly, picking up the little bottle and approaching him slowly. You make sure your hips sway as you walk - just enough for him to get the full effect of the apparatus of straps and silver glinting metal and purple silicone that you're wearing. His eyes follow the procession with barely constrained glee.

Melone is quick to assume the position. Hands and knees on his rumpled blankets (housekeeping is the last thing on an assassin's mind; the sheets are clean, at least. Prosciutto insists you keep on top of laundry), his lean thighs spread to present his ass to you.

"Aww," you say, taking your hand and gently trailing it down the graceful arch of his spine. "You look so slutty like this."

Melone shudders pleasantly. He likes it when you get a little sharp with him.

(He likes getting sharp with you too, sometimes. Never let it be said that you're not willing to give up your control in the bedroom. The two of you were made for one another).

You squeeze some more lube onto his ass, down the crack. Melone doesn't even start at the sensation of cool liquid - just lets out a sigh. You follow the squirt of lube with a finger, making sure you're coated in it before you gently and carefully prod at the tight ring of his ass. Melone whimpers in the back of his throat.

"You're teasing," he murmurs, and though you can't see his face you can still almost perfectly imagine it. Barely contained frustration, that cute little pout combined with a savage kind of pleasure at knowing when he does get what he wants it will be spectacular. "You can just go ahead and fuck me with them, you know."

"Oh," there's that angelic tone of voice again. Something about Melone brings it out in you. He's so nice to dominate. "I'm sorry, Mel. I should have known--"

You sink two fingers into his ass, knuckle-deep, and Melone lets out a guttural noise of pleasure.

"Di molto," he breathes, and now when you imagine his face, it's decorated with a lazy smile. "That feel good."

He clings hot and tight to your fingers, the lube helping to ease the movement as you begin to slide them in and out. You feel carefully along his insides - and when he lets out a strangled groan, you know you've found the spot that will make him see stars.

You imagine just fucking him like this for a while. Massaging and petting at his prostate until those muscled thighs shake and he whines and he comes, making a mess of his sheets beneath him. You wouldn't get to hold onto his hips and fuck him, and that would be a shame, but it would serve him right for being so bratty today--

"Not deep enough, tesoro," Melone says, breathing heavy. "I need you . . . deeper inside of me."

"This isn't good enough?" You ask him, with an extra mean rub against that spongy spot of his inner walls. "Melone, I'm hurt--"

"I want to feel you deeper," Melone insists. "I want us to be one. I want to imagine you coming in me--"

Shit. That thought - of fucking Melone so deep he feels it in his stomach, of being able to come inside of him and claim him as yours . . . the toy doesn't allow for that kind of fun, but both of you are plenty well-versed in imagination, and the imaginings that his words have put inside of your head certainly will not be satisfied just by fucking Melone with your fingers. You pull them out of him with a slick pop, and take hold of one of his sharp hipbones.

You climb onto the bed behind him.

"Yes," Melone hisses, as he feels the tip of the toy against the opening of his ass. "Cazzo. I want you inside of me."

"Have a little patience," you say to him, but there's a fire lit in your lower belly too, now. A dampness between your thighs, a heat that suffuses you all over and makes you think of nothing but fucking into Melone until he can't walk. "I'm getting to it."

You use your other hand to steady his other hip - and then, slowly, begin to sink the curved toy inside of him. Melone groans loud enough for anybody walking past the door to hear. It's a noise that goes straight to between your legs, but you're sure has Ghiaccio in the next room over sighing and clapping his pillows over his ears.

"Good boy," you pant to Melone, as you slide more and more of the toy inside of him. It's hardly a small one, but Melone takes it and takes it and you think he's almost disappointed when he feels your thighs pressing against his and knows that there's no 'deeper' for him to beg for. "We . . . we can buy a bigger one."

"It'll feel just as good when I fuck you with it," Melone says, as he gives his hips a little hump. "Mm, tesoro, I really need to feel you pound me--"

"You're insatiable," you say to Melone - but you're insatiable too. It doesn't matter that you're technically getting no stimulation as you pull most of the toy out of Melone and then drive it back in with your own hips; that doesn't even register. The sight of Melone's hole contracting around the silicone shaft, the sound of Melone's breathing getting heavier, the view of his hands clenching in the bed sheets . . . all of those feel like a tiny release in and of themselves.

It does not take long for you to slide into a rhythm. Melone helps by sliding his hips into you when you pull out, chasing the delicious drag of friction inside of him, so that it feels like a perfectly choreographed dance. The slight curve of the toy serves to hit him in that same spot you'd been so enamoured of earlier; his moans almost pornographic, but very much real.

Melone gives himself over to pleasure when it comes knocking.

You keep hold of one of his hips, but use your other hand to slide around the flat planes of his abdomen until your hand bumps against the stiffness of his cock, resting against his stomach. You're still slick with lube, and it's not hard at all to take grip of it and begin to jerk him off at the same time as you fuck him.

Melone's cry of your name is strangled. You get just a brief view of his face - all pleasure-soaked and hazy and fucked out, his forehead sweaty, his mouth swollen - before you pitch forward and begin to suck and bite at the flesh of his shoulders.

"Y-you're . . ." His words are breathless and needy. Now that he has both sides stimulated, he's losing the ability to be articulate.

Despite what people say about him and his one-track mind, Melone is one of the most intelligent men you know, and it never stops making you utterly giddy when you realise how much power you have over him at moments like this.

"Are you going to come for me?" You breathe against his neck. "C'mon, Mel. I wanna see you make a mess of yourself."

Melone pants. Your hips stroke into him hard; once, twice, three times--

And then he's shaking and trembling and you feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock twitch in your grip. You feel the spatter of his come as it decorates both the sheets and your knuckles. You practically hear the channel of his ass tighten around the intrusion inside of him--

And, more than any of that, you hear Melone's wail as all of the sensations converge on him at once and he shouts out his triumph in a voice that will have Ghiaccio banging on the wall.

You ride him gently through the orgasm, with langurously slow thrusts of your hips and careful coaxing strokes of your hand on his newly-sensitive shaft, kissing the spots you'd bitten and murmuring platitudes about how good he was.

But Melone believes in equivalent exchange, and as you're pulling the toy out of him and he's collapsed on the sheets, he murmurs into the blankets;

". . . Your turn next."

[sameheart-sameblood]

What Comes After

(gif credit: @bobafettdaily )

pairing: boba fett x reader

summary: several weeks into your captivity by the tusken raiders, you meet their newest prisoner, boba fett. your friendship keeps you alive but the complicated feelings that you develop for him leave you with long lasting scars

words: 4.4 k

warnings: angst, longing, mentions of torture, mentions of injuries, captivity, a medical setting, age difference, me not knowing how sand people things really work

a/n: honestly i forgot that i wrote this around week 2 of tbobf. im not really sure what it is or if i like it anymore. but there is at least a part 2 planned haha. posting it now because i miss boba and i'm sad the show is ending :( also! a huge thank you to @padawansubscription for being my indulgent beta reader!

read on ao3!

You thought the worst thing that could happen to you was being taken captive by the Sand People. You'd never crossed paths with them before, only seeing evidence of their existence in the aftermaths of raids and skirmishes. The stories of their supposed cruelty and wickedness had been ingrained in your upbringing, making you fear the vast openness of the desert sea. Of course, the people in your town had shown the Raiders just as much barbarity and brutishness. You'd lived your whole life hearing only one side of the story. And yes, your captivity almost broke you. But it was nothing compared to meeting, and losing, him.

******

You'd been in the Tusken camp for weeks, on the receiving end of “tests” that anyone but the Raiders would call torture. Later, you realized the Sand People were rooting, in their own way, for you to pass these trials. Their numbers scarce thanks to the colonizers of the planet, they needed new blood and if you were lucky - or unlucky depending on how you looked at it - you’d be the newest member of their clan.

But the last few days of your imprisonment had proven too much. You were delirious from lack of food and water. Your skin was burnt and peeled terribly. You were sure you didn’t look quite human anymore. That was the only thing you were certain of, though, constantly shifting between delusions and nightmares.

One day, you opened your sand specked eyes and were greeted by the sight of two new prisoners. One a Rodian and the other a bald and badly scarred man. You still had enough sense to pity them. At least you were close to death. But them? They had weeks of nothing but fear and pain to look forward to.

Before you passed out again, you saw the scarred man looking at you, his eyes sad. Almost like he wanted to help you. That couldn’t be right though. Tatooine was a harsh planet and kind, helpful eyes were as scarce as water. As your eyes drooped, you swore he called out to you. But you were too far gone, ready for oblivion. Maybe if the Force was real, you’d dream of him.

******

Over the next several days your body started to get a bit stronger. Or was it weeks? It was hard to tell when the landscape never changed but was constantly shifting. You weren't sure what could be helping at first. Then, one morning, when the twin suns were just starting to peek over the horizon, you’d seen a shadow approaching you. At first, you thought it was the end, a Raider coming to put an end to you after you'd proven useless.

But as the figure got closer, the rising suns’ first light shone on your savior’s scarred face. He saw seen the terror in your eyes and softly shushed you. He was still in his bonds but had enough lead on his tether to amble over to you. Kneeling at your side, he stroked the hair out of your face and put a black melon to your lips. You gratefully drank, the sour nectar soothing your throat and tasting like heaven. He murmured to you as you had your fill. “That’s better, hmm? You’re a fighter, ad’ika. Try to hold on a little longer.”

******

He wasn’t just kind, he also proved to be someone the Tuskens admired. Not long after that night he’d shown you such compassion, you woke to shouts and cheers. A small Tusken child excitedly yelled at their elders, running around with the monstrous head of…some creature you’d never encountered before. The scarred man walked behind the kid, unchained and wearing a look of restrained amusement. Whatever had happened, the tribe seemed pleased and had welcomed him into the fold.

******

With the Rodian now gone, the Raiders re-focus their efforts on you. Their trials resume in full force. After a particularly grueling session, you’re left on a mat in the corner of one of their huts, muscles screaming and nerves on fire. The flap of the tent opens and the man walks in, carrying several items under his arms.

You close your eyes, willing him to go away. Your pride doesn’t want him to see you like this, all of your dignity stripped from you. He stops next to you for a moment, waiting for you to yell at him to leave. When you don’t, he sits down, groaning as he settles into place.

Tears start to run down your face but you still refuse to open your eyes. The man sighs, cupping your chin. “I know, girl. But you’re safe now.” For how long, though? You both are thinking it but neither says it. Instead, he takes a damp cloth and begins cleaning the dust, sand and blood from your face.

Eyes still closed, you speak your first words to him. “Why are you doing this?” The sound of your voice is foreign to you, scratchy and hoarse with disuse. You hear him rinse the rag and continue his task.

“I suppose I hope someone would do the same for me if I needed it. Hasn’t happened yet though…” The end of his sentence trails off, almost as if he hadn’t meant to say it. Your eyes finally open, staring up at him. His soft brown ones avoid yours for a moment, also not used to being met with kindness.

It takes all your strength but you reach out for his hand. He stops his work and your eyes meet. Someday, you hope you can properly thank him for this gesture but for the moment, the look on your face has to be enough.

You stare at each other until a noise outside breaks your trance. He clears his throat and continues, dabbing at your split lip next. “I’m Boba.” You smile at the name, which makes your lip crack more. You wince and he grimaces in solidarity, continuing when you give him a curt nod.

When he finishes, he moves on to check the bruises on your legs.

“I’ve never met a ‘Boba’ before. You must have very interesting parents.” He stiffens slightly, smiling sadly.

“You could say that.”

Did you cross some line? You aren’t sure, so you just decide to keep quiet. Instead of speaking, you observe his face, scratches and deep scars running every which way. He looks like he’s been on the receiving end of a Rancor attack. You want to ask him to tell you his story but your shyness creeps over you, not wanting to lose the one, newly acquired, friend you have.

You introduce yourself instead and he nods at the information. He dabs at a gouge on your arm, applying an antiseptic to it. You squirm and try keep from whimpering. “We’ll need to keep an eye on that. Don’t want it to turn nasty on us.”

“Are you a doctor?”

He chuckles at that, his face lighting up. You can’t help but notice how handsome he is despite his own injuries. “No, can’t say that I am. But the line of business I’m in makes it imperative to know how to clean yourself up after a fight.”

You want to ask more but his ministrations are calming and lulling you to the brink of sleep. He sees your eyes fighting to stay open and finishes up his bandaging. Before succumbing, you get out one last question. “Won’t you get in trouble for helping me?”

He pulls your threadbare blanket under your chin with a softness that threatens to make you cry again. “Don’t worry about that. Just sleep.” And you do, falling into one of the soundest slumbers you’ve had in…well you can’t even remember.

******

Boba becomes the one, pleasant constant in your life. He’s there late at night to clean your wounds and offer some soft words of encouragement. The Tuskens have seemingly taken him into their confidence. Not that you’re surprised. He has an air of courage and authority that would impress anyone. Their trust in him becomes apparent when he tells you of his latest plan.

“I have to stop the train.” He thinks on it for a moment and then realizes what he’s said. “We have to stop it.” From what you’ve managed to learn about his life, it sounds like he’s been used to working alone. Having the Tuskens as his new allies is still a concept he’s getting used to.

You had heard the commotion during the initial attack. The sounds of guns and Tuskens screaming. In your state, you’d thought it was a nightmare at first. The only sign it was real was when Boba had come rushing in to your tent, tense and eyes wild. He wanted to make sure you were alright. You, who had never been in any real danger from the attack. It only made sense that a man who was that worried about a near stranger like you would be insistent in helping the people who had initially captured him.

His soul was too good and it made you worry for him. Talking him out of his plan proved pointless. You thought you’d give it one last try though.

“I don’t want you to go.”

Boba sits next to you, cleaning his cycler revolver. He stops, looking down at you kindly.

“If we don’t stop the train, those animals will keep coming back. Them having free rein over the desert puts us all in danger.”

He speaks the truth but it doesn’t make his words easier to accept. You push yourself up, waving your hand to stop him from trying to push you back down on to your bed. “You don’t owe the Tuskens anything. Why don’t you just leave? I’m sure the leader would let you go. They respect you.”

He sighs and you can see just how tired he looks now. But it’s not a tiredness from a bad night’s sleep. Your friend looks world-weary, as if he’s been carrying the weight of his problems along with everyone else’s for too long.

“I must do what’s right.”

That’s why you’ve grown to care for him. You haven’t pried into his past but the few details you’ve gleaned have pointed to a man who’s done some things he’s not proud of. It seems Boba is trying to live a life without regret now, trying his best to atone for what he did in his younger days.

But you’re selfish. You don’t want to lose him. It’s not just that he takes care of you. It’s that when you speak, he actually listens. When you cry, he’s there with a comforting hand on your shoulder and a wise word. And when you smile, he grins along with you, eyes crinkling sweetly.

In another world, you might muster all your courage and ask him to go with you to the cantina or to go to a holodrama with you. In another world, neither of you would have been captured. That world may not exist but this one still does and you’ll be damned if you let him go without saying your piece.

“There will always be someone to fight. If you stop the train, then someone else will just come along and try and lay claim to this land. It’ll never stop.”

Boba has no answer for this. You try softening your approach, reaching out for his hand.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I can’t have anything bad happen to you.”

He’s not looking at you, instead, gazing into the small fire he’s built to keep you warm in the harsh desert night. As you watch his face, though, you can see the glimmer of what look to be tears in the corner of his eyes. When he speaks, his voice wavers a fraction.

“It’s been a long time since anyone cared about what happens to me.”

“Oh, Boba.”

You reach for his face, gently turning it to you. He meets your gaze and the two of you look into each other’s eyes. Boba leans towards you and you think, and hope, that he might kiss you. But he falters, seemingly deciding that path would be fool-hearty to travel, especially since he might not be returning.

Instead, he brings your forehead to his. You stay there for some time, breathing each other in. He hums a song you’ve never heard but breaks your heart nonetheless. With all the effort he can muster, he pulls himself away.

“If I don’t come back, just know that you’ve made an old man very happy.”

******

Boba does come back and this time, you let your tears of relief fall freely. He holds you to him, rocking you in his arms. After you calm down, he tells you every detail of what happened. You’re so proud of him but hope that the next time his honor compels him to do something so dangerous, you’ll be by his side.

The incident with the train elevates his status even more in the tribe. His sway with the Tuskens helps you a bit. They still continue their tests but they don’t stop him from tending to you afterwards. You appreciate his help but can’t help snapping at him one day after a particularly grueling session with the Raiders.

“Why do you help me? You’re just prolonging my death with your kindness.” He continues to patch you up, as if not hearing you. You grab his hands to stop him, pleading with him. “Please, Boba. Just let me go. I’m so tired.”

He looks at your wounds, most raised and scarred over. The one on your arm still festers though and the newly acquired ones are deep and dangerous. Boba must know there’s only so much your body can take.

“Don’t ask me to do that, ad’ika.”

You sit up, even as he protests. “What do you even need me for? You’re part of the tribe now.”

Boba stiffens. “You could be too.” He says it softly, trying to gauge how you’ll react.

“I don’t want to be. I know this is all a test. Maybe this is the life for you. But I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”

To prove your point, you arms give out and you fall back on your bed, grimacing from the movement. He has no retort. Instead, he finishes patching you up, even while knowing you resent him for it.

“We’ll figure this out. They’ll start training you soon. You’re stronger than you think.”

******

Boba truly believes in you but when the wound on your arm continues to fester and the infection spreads. You become too weak to even get up, the fever coursing through you too much to bear. Boba is there by your side as much as his new family will allow. During the first days of the sickness you babble incoherently while Boba acts as nurse, holding a cool rag to your forehead. He knows it’s bad when you stop talking altogether.

The Tuskens tell Boba they are going to put you out of your misery. They had high hopes for you but you have disappointed them, letting your body get the better of you. It’s a kindness they wouldn’t offer to just anyone. You’ve held out longer than most captives and them giving you an honorable death is the most you could ask for.

Boba resists, knowing you’d have a fighting chance with some meds. Even a little bacta could bring you back from the brink. He knows you don’t have long without proper medical intervention. But the Chief says no. Boba is a member of this tribe now. He needs to do what’s best for the many and not focus on just one. And so, Boba makes up his mind that he’ll spirit you away, with or without the tribe’s permission.

When night falls, he comes in to your tent and shakes you. It’s futile, he knows. Your fever has made you delirious. But still, he tries. “You have to wake up now. I’m going to get you out of here.”

You slowly open your eyes but can’t seem to form any words. Instead, you smile up at him, bringing a shaking hand to the side of his face. It’s a rare moment of lucidity you haven’t had in days. He’s never seen anyone look at him that way, with such love and relief at just the sight of him. No, that’s no true. His father looked at him like that…

Using all your strength, you caress his face. He hears you whispering something and leans in closer. “Thank you, Boba. I -”. But the effort proves too much and your hand falls, eyes closing as you convulse. Boba picks you up, your body feeling so frail in his arms.

He makes a beeline for the new speeder he’s brought to the Tuskens. He tries to load you on but you’ve gone limp. A noise behind him makes him jump. He turns to see his first Tusken friend, the child he saved from the sand monster, peeking at him from around a tent.

Boba waits for them to sound the alarm but instead, they scurry over. The child hold the speeder steady while Boba climbs on and gets you settled against his chest. Boba signs a ‘thank you’ to the kid, who nods and watches as the two of you speed away.

The trip to Mos Eisley is a long one and difficult in the dead of night. Every so often, Boba risks a look down at you. The feeling in his chest is something that’s been developing ever since that first evening when he went, against his better judgement, to give you the melon nectar.

He grew to admire and trust the Tuskens but he never felt like they truly saw him as much more than a warrior to grow their numbers. The time spent with you made him feel needed, yes, but it also reminded him of his humanity. The bounty hunter was used to people needing him but only to inflict pain and suffering.

With you, he had a higher purpose. He was fixing something for once instead of breaking it into a million pieces. And the way you looked at him? It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was as if you were actually seeing him, even the parts of himself he didn’t trust most people to observe.

Boba had his fair share of conquests in his time, but they were only ever for a night or two and there were never any deep feelings involved. But he hadn’t even had the chance to kiss you and he was willing to risk his life for yours. It was strange and made him feel weak and powerful all at the same time.

It made that funny ache in his chest hurt even more to think that he might never see you again. The greedy part of him wanted to wait alongside you in town until you got better. Then he could whisk you away. If not back to the Tuskens, then to start a new life together somewhere. Anywhere.

But even though you didn’t know him as a bounty hunter, that life would never leave him behind. It would only be a matter of time until his enemies found out he was alive. They’d never stop hunting him and you might get hurt in the crossfire. You deserved better than a life always looking over your shoulder.

No, he would drop you off, make sure you were in good hands and then leave. He’d become no more than a memory for you. He couldn’t fathom the fact that you might miss him. In his mind, everyone forgot about him eventually, once he’d served his purpose.

But still, he had to talk himself out of slowing the speeder down to spend just a few more moments with you. Your wellbeing came before his selfish wants.

And so, as the lights of Mos Eisley grew brighter in front of him, Boba held you closer to him and imagined a life you might have spent together if your fates had been woven together more kindly.

******

You knew something was different before you even opened your eyes. For weeks you’d grown accustomed to the scratchy, worn blanket used as your bedding. So why now did the sheets feel thick and soft? Maybe I’ve died and this is Heaven. If the sheets feel like this then I’m not complaining.

Opening your eyes, you quickly realize that this is no paradise. You’re in some kind of hospital room, machines whirring, bacta pod in the corner, but no nurses or doctors to be seen. You sit up and find that your body is sore but nowhere near what it used to be. Inspecting yourself, you see that most of your scrapes and bruises are healed. The deeper cuts that haven't healed over are held together by butterfly bandages.

Most of the physical proof of your captivity is now gone. Now all that remains are the mental scars. No amount of bacta will be able to heal those, unfortunately. But you’ll worry about that later. For now, you want answers. You want Boba.

But the man who comes through the door is very much not Boba. A young doctor with wide eyes stops in the doorway, beaming at you. “Oh good! You’re awake.” When you offer him no response, he doesn’t seem perturbed. He checks your vitals and as he continues, “How are you feeling this morning?”

You eye him suspiciously. Of course he doesn’t work for the Tuskens but that doesn’t mean you should let your guard down. “Where am I?”

He checks your heart rate and nods in approval. “Mos Eisley. You were brought in with a nasty infection. Fever nearly killed you. A few more hours and you wouldn't have made it.”

“But how did I get here?”

The doctor stiffens. “Your… friend. At least, he said he was your friend.” He can see your discomfort too at the mention of Boba and misinterprets it as fear. “Is he the one who hurt you?”

You can see how he might have made that assumption. Boba looks intimidating. He also wouldn’t have mentioned the Tuskens’ involvement to the doctor. “No! He is my friend. I just…had an accident.”

The lie sounds lame, even to you. But you stick to it, even when the doctor gives you a look of doubt. When it becomes clear that you’re not going to give him anymore to go on, he finishes checking you.

“Everything is looking good. You had quite the accident, but I think we should be good to discharge you in a few days.”

He turns to leave and you call after him. “Is my friend still here? Did he say when he’d be coming back?”

You know that answer before he even turns to look at you. Heart breaking at the realization that hits you like a runaway speeder. The doctor shakes his head. “Didn’t seem like he planned on coming back. He dropped you off and then stayed until it seemed like you were stable. He left you something though.”

The doctor points to your bedside table, a nondescript piece of paper folded and tucked under your few belongings. You grab for it and almost yank your IV out in the process. Tisking in disapproval, the doctor makes as if to come back over and help you. You hold up a hand, halting him. He means well but you feel like your whole world is crashing down on top of you. You don’t need to read the letter to guess what’s inside.

As you begin to open the paper, the doctor senses this is something you’d like to be alone for. He slips out of the room and softly closes the door behind him. With your heart racing, you begin to read

Ad’ika,

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. It’s better this way. I should have brought you here a long time ago but I was too selfish. I wanted you to keep you with me a little longer. My carelessness almost killed you. I can’t have that happen again. That’s why I don’t want you to come looking for me. After what you’ve been through, you deserve nothing but goodness. I can only promise you pain and fear. Please forget the old man you met out in the desert.

Remember, you are stronger than you think, ner cyare.

Live well.

Your hand falls limp at your side, the letter still clutched in its grasp. Boba’s words float around your spinning head. He doesn’t want to see you again? No, he can’t mean it. You can’t accept that.

The Tuskens took much from you, but they could never take your stubbornness. Boba doesn’t know what he really wants. I need to find him and he’ll see that we’re good for each other. But maybe your bullheadedness has been beaten out of you. Because the thought seems ill-conceived from the get-go.

You trust Boba. If he thinks you’re better off without him, then it must be true. It still doesn’t take the sting away from your decision. You can feel your heart breaking. It’s a foreign feeling. You’ve never been one to let anyone get too close. But somehow, in just a few weeks, Boba has cemented his place in your soul more than anyone else has in your entire life.

You don’t know what this life has in store for you. You’ve been given a fresh start, a chance to take things in stock and figure out what you really want. That should excite you, the possibilities as endless as the deserts of your home planet. But what are you to do when you already know exactly what you want? Who you want.

You’re not sure what path in life you’ll take now that you’re free but you know that whatever you do will feel dull knowing that Boba is out there and you can never see him again. You thought the worst thing that could happen to you was the Tuskens taking you captive. But really, the worst of it is everything that comes after. What can life possibly offer you without Boba in it?

[khrystalsnow]

February and March reads

🦋I've been swamped with school for the past two months, and these fics really saved me from dropping out of uni😭 I'm sorry if there's no reviews because this list is hella long(it’s mostly jungkook okay😭🤚🏼), but just know that I enjoyed each and every one of these fics.❤️

(pls let me know if there's any mistake or links that don’t work!)

LEGEND:

🥺Fluff

🤬Angst

😏Smut

😂Crack

❤️New Favourite

🦋KIM SEOKJIN

friends with snacks by @scriptaed 🥺

-roommates!au; friends to lovers!au; drabble

pretty girls don't get hurt by @ktheist  😏

-heir!doctor!seokjin x heiress!ceo!reader x best friend!heir!taehyung

uptown girl by @moononthejoon  😏🤬🥺

-bodyguard!seokjin + princess!reader + enemies to lovers!au

🦋MIN YOONGI

so I heard you like bad boys by @scriptaed 🥺

-uni!au; friends to lover!au; drabble

I'll Drive You by @min-youngis 🥺

-resident reader x idol yoongi

Buttering Up by @jimlingss 🥺

-Chef!AU

Fear and Dumplings by @softyoongiionly 🥺🤬😏❤️

-Underground Rapper! Yoongi, facing your fears

Greedy by @xjoonchildx 🤬😏❤️

-mafia AU

erotica by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU, they caught each other masturbating

baby, what's wrong? by @taeyohonic 🥺

-established relationship, idol au, reader has mild anxiety and a panic attack

until our last breath by @inkofyoongi 🥺

-Friends to lovers!AU, yoongi wants to be your boyfriend

switching my positions by @cupofteaguk  🥺🤬

-solo artist!yoongi, manager!y/n, fake dating au, friends to lovers au

universe by @personasintro  😏

-stalker au

Birthday Spanks by @jjungkookislife  😏

-free spanks!yoongi x free spanks!oc

new year, new us by @vantaenims  🥺🤬

-producer!yoongi x reader, exes au

The Mark of Yun-Ki by @ladyartemesia  😏🤬

-Hybrid/ABO AU, Royalty AU, Fantasy AU, Daechwita AU

baby, you can drive my car by @jungshookz 😂🥺😏🤬❤️

- mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n 

Third Wheeling by @untaemedqueen  😏🥺🤬

-Strangers to Lovers!AU, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, CEO!Yoongi 

desolate by @angelicyoongie​ 🤬😏🥺 NEW!

-cat hybrid

straight shooter by @snackhobi​ 😏🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-hitman!yoongi, black market dealer/gunsmith!reader

pour some sugar on me by @yoonia 😏 NEW!

-Enemies to Lovers!au, Baker!au

🦋JUNG HOSEOK

same old mistakes by @xbaepsae 🥺😏🤬

-country club!au, rich boy!hoseok x reader

I Don’t Know What to Call This by @httphopewrld  🥺😏

-friend/lover/bfhoseok! x female reader

suncity by @jamaisjoons  😏🥺🤬

-trip to Barcelona, stranges to lovers au

cry to my room by @kithtaehyung  😏🤬

-friends to lovers, roommates au

play me like a toy by @ktheist  😏🤬

-mafia heiress!reader x ex-mafia!director!hoseok, chaebol-mafia family au. arranged marriage au

🦋KIM NAMJOON

Bear and Sparrow by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺🤬❤️

-immigrant AU, strangers to lovers

Mr. and Mrs. Kim series by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺

-every chapter is NSFW (married)

Call of Duty by @sahmfanficbts 🥺😏🤬

-Military!Namjoon x female!reader

you’ve got a friend in me by @wwilloww 😏

-best friend and roommate 

A Match Made in Heaven by @sahmfanficbts 😏🥺😂❤️

-Med School Resident!Namjoon x Dental School resident female!Reader, Strangers to Lovers

Laundry day by @snackhobi 😏🥺

-neighbour joon who caught you masturbating

beautiful boy by @jinpanman 🥺🤬❤️

-namjoon x OC, namjoon x reader, single dad!namjoon, baby!jimin

unbroken by @sahmfanficbts  😏🥺🤬

-Idol!Namjoon x Female Bonsai Grower!Reader, from one-night stand to forever

glasses-clad boy by @jeongi  😏🥺

-tutor joon

these hands are calloused. by @ktheist  🥺🤬

-underground fighter!namjoon x florist!reader

Forget Me Not by @joontopia​ 🤬🥺😏NEW!

-exes to lovers, valentine’s day

🦋PARK JIMIN

Perfect Pebble by @jjkthclub 🥺

-they meet at a wedding and they go on dates because oc doesn't believe in love

PARK JIMIN HAS SEEN MY GRANNY PANTIES by @ladyartemesia  😏😂

-teachers AU, the reader falls down the stairs

delivered, I’m yours by @suhdays  😂🥺

-valet jimin x baker reader

driver’s license by @gyukult 🤬

-coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brothersbestfriend!au

plums & melons by @winetae  😏😂🤬

-brother’s best friend!au

tears on a silver platter by @flowerwrites06 🤬❤️NEW!

-Idol!Jimin x OC (Name: Gaia), jimin calls his girlfriend clingy

moonlight by @kooksea 😏🥺 NEW!

-singer!jimin, traveller!jimin, artist!reader

🦋KIM TAEHYUNG

Endymion by @marginalmadness 😏❤️

-Druid!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

welcome to my youtube channel by @tteokggukk 🥺

-idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

Comeback Home by @another-army-spot 😏🤬🥺❤️

-exs-to-lovers!au, teenparents!au, college!tae, businesswoman!oc

heart strung symphonies by @inkedtae  😏🥺🤬

-opera singer!taehyung x pianist!reader

Saudade by @chateautae  😏🥺🤬

-idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader, established relationship

kinda hot by @kimnjss  😏🥺🤬❤️

-campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader, sm au, best friends to lovers

definition of love by @taegularities  😏🥺🤬

-college!au, tae takes interest in you, past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms

the snow king by @bloomsuga  😏🥺🤬❤️

-princess!reader x ice prince!tae

cursed by @bloomsuga 😂🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-witch!taehyung x cursed!reader, sm au

🦋JEON JUNGKOOK

golden hour by @tteokggukk 😏

-photographer! jungkook x reader

At the stroke of Midnight by @pars-ley 🥺😏🤬

-A Cinderella story au / comedy / popular jock jungkook / best friend Jimin

cry baby by@namgee 😏🥺

-fwb au, rollerskating

Heart of the Storm by @ladyartemesia 🥺😏🤬

-Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

baecation by @1kook 😏

-richboy!jk, vacation

a table turned. and a line crossed. by @underthejoon 😏

-guard jk and oc is a tease

exclamation mark by @whatifyoulivelikethat 😏

-non-idol!AU; tattoo artist, dom!Jungkook x tattooed, sub!reader

Give Me A Try by @jjkthclub 😏

-friendstolovers!au, jungkook is the campus fuckboy

Domestic Fairy by @borathae 🥺😏

-established relationship, domestic!AU

open invitation by @jimidol  😏🥺🤬

-duke!jungkook x duchess!reader

take my whole life too by @ktheist  😏🤬

-chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au, house husband!jeongguk

love letter by @whatifyoulivelikethat  😏

-non-idol!BTS, jk gets love letters 

tingle by @hansolmates  😏

-tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f)

come over by @bratkook  😏

-jungkook is a self proclaimed pervert, voyeurism through bedroom windows

i don't mind by @bratkook  😏🥺🤬❤️

-rockstar!Jungkook x reader, jk being chased by security and barges oc’s car

busted in busan by @hansolmates  😏🥺🤬

- snowbound at the airport, christmas detour!au

crush by @jungxk  🥺😂😏🤬

-jk got hit by a car and lost some of his memories

Days to Morning Glory by @sketchguk  🤬😏🥺

-Aspiring Rockstar!Jeongguk x Med. Student!Reader, exes to lovers, roommate AU, high school sweethearts

stranded by @gguksgalaxy  😏🥺🤬

-Enemies to lovers, fuck/badboy!Jungkook, they study for their law exam

concrete king by @bratkook  🥺😏❤️

- skaterboy!jk x reader, sweet summer romance

risky business by @jjkthclub  😏

-enemiestolovers!au, office bathroom sex

ZOOM CALL by @1kook  🥺😏❤️

-comfort fic, quarantine fic

roses, poetry and jeon by @seraphimguks  🥺🤬

-bookstore employee!jungkook x reader

ocean eyes by @jimidol  🥺😏

-firefighter!jungkook x teacher!reader, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.

shiver by @hansolmates  😏🤬❤️

- bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader, childhood friends to lovers

clandestine by @junghelioseok  😏🥺

-brother’s best friend!au, 

One-Step Forward, Two-Steps Back by @oureuphoria  🤬🥺

-tattoo artist jungkook x college student reader, oc falls for her roommate’s fwb

I like U by @pbandjk  😏🥺🤬

-fratboy! Fwb Jungkook Au, oc is a boss lady in the tech industry

A Date With Destiny by @missgeniality  😏🥺😂

-Strangers to Lovers, Idol!AU, 

the art of wanting by @venusiangguk 😏

-dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

brown-eyed baby by @jeonstudios 😏🥺🤬

-exes to friends to lovers, single dad!jk x reader, a lost child at the mall

almost home by @angelguk  🤬

-dad!jungkook & nanny!oc, both jungkook and oc are scarred from their previous relationships

the secret beneath our stars by @subvk  🤬😏

-friends to lovers au, marriage pact with jk

Blue Spring by @adonis-koo​  😏🥺🤬

-Single dad!Jungkook/Reader, Daycare AU, Slice of life

jealousy by @jimidol 🥺🤬😏 NEW!

-tattoo artist!jungkook, parents au

young one by @bts-reveries 🤬🥺❤️ NEW!

-photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader, sm au and written

effortlessly by @gyukult 😏🥺NEW!

-friends to lovers, school!au

selfie by @whatifyoulivelikethat 🥺😏NEW!

-rom-com, slice-of-life, oppa’s bestfriend!Jungkook x SHINee fangirl!reader

too close by @cutechim 🤬NEW!

-wife!reader x boxer!jungkook (ft. ex boyfriend!namjoon)

caked by @gukslut 🥺😏 NEW!

-Established Relationship, very smutty

My Time by @btsracket 😏 NEW!

-rich, dom jungkook spoiling his girl

The Speedo by @gukslut 😏🥺 NEW!

-oc thinks he’s a fuckboy, but he has fallen in love

the ebb and flow (part 8) by @xbaepsae 🤬 NEW!

-demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader, percy jackson!au

🦋OT7/SERIES

Gangs of Fate by @pars-ley  🥺🤬

-Mafia au / feat. Members of Exo

bon appetite series by @jamaisjoons

-Valentines series

Guarded series by @xjoonchildx 

-mafia AU

[tenthgrove]

Hiii I have some request if you like it : what about a s/o member of la squadra who thinks that they don't deserve love in general as a result of the abandonment and indifference from their peers throughout their whole life? Thank you so much, if you don't want to write this request it's no problem! Take care ❤️❤️

Everything To Me

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Romantic, SFW

Formaggio- Although he's the teasing type of lover, it's in the best way possible. Formaggio is always drowning you in pet names and compliments, adoring the way you shyly blush whenever he does so. To learn of your insecurities is a surprise to him, but to hear in particular that you feel unworthy of the praise he showers you with is a point of sadness. Formaggio holds you to his gaze and asks how you could really feel such things. He listens to what you have to say, before replying that you should be all the more proud of where you are now because of it. He gives you a tight hug, followed by a wet kiss on the cheek, and reminds you how much he loves you.

Illuso- Particularly if you haven't been together long, it may feel daunting to approach Illuso about your anxieties. This is especially true since he may not always pick up on them himself unless the signs are particularly obvious. However, when you finally admit the truth Illuso is much more sympathetic you expected. Secretly, he fears that his own behavior might have brought this on since after all, Illuso's own confidence is a mask for hidden insecurity. He tells you to always come to him in the future when you are having such thoughts of worthlessness. He's going to do whatever he can to lessen them.

Prosciutto- At very least, you've come to the right person for a pep talk. While Prosciutto may not be the best at recognizing insecurity he certainly knows how to address it when it's presented to him openly. Prosciutto reminds you of all your achievements and strengths, pressing them whenever you try to deny their existence. He tells you he knows strength when he sees it, and it's what draws him to you. After your talk, Prosciutto will want to treat you to a date, since he knows that actions speak louder than words. He won't let the day end without you realizing just how unconditional his love is for you.

Pesci- The second you confess your worries to him he immediately lets out a startled 'What?! But none of that is true!" You can plainly hear the sincerity in his voice and it makes you already doubt the truth of what you've just said to him. He immediately lists off all your wonderful qualities and how much better you make his life. It's honestly the purest thing you've ever heard, and ends with you cuddling in the middle of the hallway. Pesci begs you not to think such horrible things about yourself anymore, and makes a point of calling out your strengths more often in the future.

Melone- At the first sign of you insecurity Melone moves over to you and takes your head in his hands. He gives you a little peck on the tip of your nose, before beginning to his explain his reasons for why you shouldn't think like that. Rejection sucks, and he knows it, but as he explains to you, you have no need for people like that in your life. If it helps, think about how bitter those people would be to know everything you've achieved since they shunned you. Melone is proud of you, at least. And if he's all you've got, well, he better make sure you know his love has no limits.

Ghiaccio- The first issue Ghiaccio takes with your assertions is the idea that anyone can be unworthy of love. Love is a human need, it would be just plain ridiculous to try and live without it. Second of all, do you know how many missions the two of you have been on together? You've been keeping pace with White Album, that's hardly anything to scoff at. Ghiaccio wants to make sure you understand unreservedly the falseness of your statements. When Ghiaccio is certain of something, he's certain. And he has never been so sure of anything in his life as the fact he loves you.

Risotto- With his level of observance it's likely Risotto will come to you first about your insecurities rather than the other way round. Risotto sits you down somewhere private and asks you earnestly how you've been feeling lately. He will listen to you concerns without judgement, making no mention of the fact that, secretly, he feels unworthy of your love as well a lot of the time. Risotto gestures for you to let him hold you. Rocking you gently, he pets his hair and swears that he will always love you, and you will always be worthy of that love. Most in Risotto's circle these days come from difficult backgrounds, him included. And yet, here you all are, the most formidable squad in Passione. He only wishes you could see yourself the way he sees you.

Sorbet and Gelato- Entering an established relationship that has remained exclusive for years is daunting no matter the circumstances, all the more so when it's with people and intimidating as Sorbet and his husband. Because of this, Sorbet and Gelato were expecting some level of self-doubt from you, and from there it doesn't take them long to uncover your much deeper, older scars. Sorbet and Gelato were treated like shit all their lives, until they met each other. Those early years were full of nagging thoughts that the other would be better off if they just hadn't gotten involved. They don't want you to feel that way as well. Soon after your admittance, you are treated to a surprise date night in the comfort of their home, and it's all about you. They spoil and treat you all night long, making damn well sure you know just how worthy you are.